Every week day evening, when I get home, this bloke is on the TV and whatever family I have there is glued to the set. I like watching him too, although I always miss the beginning of his show.I noticed last night that his right ear is more pointed than his left and for some time I have remarked that he looks like Hugh Hefner's son. Every time that I make this brilliant observation, my wife and family are too absorbed in his demonstrations to show me any response. I think I am a little jealous of Dr Oz. I like him, but my family like him even more and ignore me when I get home. Only when his show is over, do they turn to me and say, "Welcome home, did you have a good day?" It is unseasonably warm. I have been looking at my blog of one year ago and, at that time, there was an annoying Indian summer like, I said, a lover who did not know that it was time to leave, or something like that. I also found that I had filled in a one word response meme almost exactly the same as the one below. Most of my answers were the same too. I have chosen to audition for a community theatre production of Hay Fever. I'm really not sure that I want to perform and work, as I will get even less sleep, but I determined that I would be sorry if I did not at least read for it. I know nothing about the director, although, in the distant past, I was in about eleven productions at that theatre. The auditions are in one week. I have also submitted something I wrote for an evening of experimental theatre. If I knew that it would be accepted, I would not also do the play, but the review committee won't let me know until November.