253. Seth Meyers

For those not in the kno', Seth is the head writer and 'Weekend Update' anchor at Saturday Night Live.

I love him. Obvs, or he wouldn't be in this blog. But I don't watch SNL because it's not on the tellybox here, so I mainly love the idea of him. Which is probably (all things considered) a good thing.

He is definitely dreamy, in that slightly pointy, nerd-boy way I seem to like. He's definitely clever and funny - he is responsible for the Tina Fey/Sarah Palin sketches that everybody made such a fuss about. Also, you don't get that job without being clever and funny - he took over from Tina Fey (see previous blog post).

Martha Stewart is in love with him, which makes him giggle like a schoolgirl.

He's a runner.

Anyway, that's enough. Seth, I love you.

252. Kevin Kline

I miss Kevin Kline. I know he's alive and well and thesping away in NYC, but I miss him being on my screen. He tipped up recently in an underrated movie called 'Definitely, Maybe' and was gorgeous as ever, but it's not enough. Also, I don't want him to have changed. If he's had work done or stopped doing that thing with his hands or WORSE had his teeth done, that's it - he can stay on the boards.

They don't call him Kevin Decline for nothing, though. Whenever somebody complains about Steve Martin in It's Complicated (frequently, don't ask) I get them to imagine Kevin Kline in that part and they go all melty and demand to know why KK didn't do the decent thing and take part. Well, because he says no to everything. Also, maybe he hasn't forgiven Meryl for getting all the attention over Sophie's Choice.

Anyway, Kevin, stop saying no. Your fans need you.

251. Coffee

I've been feeling a bit orf colour the last three days and in that time I have realised how much I love coffee - because I ain't had none. Tea is all very well and good (and, remember, I am a recent convert to tea) but it's a miserable replacement for a cup of coffee in the morning.

I've just been reading about something called a 'Cortado' which is espresso with an exact percentage of steamed milk added to it. Exact. Get it wrong and it becomes something else. I like that kind of a challenge.

I'm not going to have any coffee until the weekend, but then I will be extremely enjoying it. And maybe I'll have a chocolate croissant with it - to celebrate.