On the twelfth day of Christmas...

Does a maroon V neck sweater make a young man look like Peter Mandelson? Where were the sticky pastries this morning in the Daybreak green room? What ARE man-boobs and why are modern men so worried about them? Did any of us ever know that there are such things as testicle implants? And why is Ratatouille such a brilliant movie that I stayed up late last night to watch it, even though I knew I had to get up at 0430 this morning to appear on breakfast TV?

These are the burning issues of my day today. Hoping another coffee will lead me to re-prioritise.

The newspapers are sizzling with pictures of Meryl Streep as Maggie Thatcher who once remarked to me: "Anne Diamond? Yes, I know you! I never actually WATCH breakfast television, but I do know that I am on it a lot!" I'm dying to see the movie - even though nearly every critic says that Streep's performance far outshines the film surrounding her.

Today is twelfth night. Time to take down the Christmas decs. That'll keep the whole family busy.

Weekend sorted, then.

If you want any more ideas for the weekend, have a listen to my weekend warmup.

See you Monday.