Everyone harbours a dirty little secret

Now don't tell anyone, but I have occasionally been known to (covertly until now) watch the Ellen DeGeneres chat show. Phew; glad that's out there in the open now. Yes, this is the very same type of chat show that I was lambasting on Wednesday for not including any universally-renowned guests, but every once in a while (during the very few times I've watched it) old El manages to have someone on that I can't help liking, as she did this morning. Even if she does have the singularly most irritating audience in ze holl world.

If you know me even a little bit, you will be aware that I'm not a huge fan of children, nor am I swayed by them being "adorable" (as are most of the old gals in the audience, it seems). I do wish I could play piano like this six-year-old, though!

Apologies for foisting this on you, I promise I'm not going soft in my old age - it's gotta be better than me rambling on at you for another eight or nine paragraphs!