Seven percent of Norwegians polled would like to see George Dubya re-elected. Good thing he doesn't need the votes of the world. Although there's an idea...

They've just opened an Italian restaurant downstairs from my gym. The scent of pizza and pasta wafts through the locale, accompanied by the usual odour of sweat, making for a potent - and potentially sickening - combination. I'm not sure the trattoria-gymnasium merger is a healthy one.

Post work-out, I found myself alone in the showers with a man who muttered angrily to himself. It's exceedingly uncomfortable to be naked and have your exit (and precious towel) blocked by a rambling lunatic. I escaped, unscarred but shaken. They ought to install a panic button in there. That way, drop your soap, you won't feel quite so vulnerable. Actually, I vote for stalls. With locks.

Lastly, word has it that Joss Whedon, long rumoured to be on the shortlist to inherit the X-Men franchise from Bryan Singer - who's now prepping Superman - has indeed been signed for X3. If that's the case: good on ya, mate! He ought to do a bang-up job, seeing how he's real passionate about the material. And, in addition to being the writer-genius-boy, he's a very talented director.  ¶ 22:36