Most successful actor ever, in box office terms

We had a day off on Monday for the Queen's Birthday (Gawd bless you, ma'am) and it was the first sunny day for ages after some ferocious storms. Naturally, we elected to sit in a dark room for six hours.

It's that wonderful time of year when the Sydney Film Festival hoves into view. I'm booked up for seven or eight films and the first three were yesterday. The Walker was disappointingly bobbins and Bella was clichéd but okay, but the sublime I Served The King of England was magnificent - hilarious, sweet, profound, visually inventive, very sexy. I'll be pleased and surprised if I see a better movie this year. We were sat in front of Hugo Weaving for that one.

We had dumped Beth at Grandma's for the day (thanks Val!). She is improving massively in her verbal skills at the moment, and is happy singing the alphabet to herself or chatting away about whatever is on her mind. The only slight glitch is when she grumbles about "Noisy trucks" because the "tr" sound comes out more like an "f". We won't be bringing up the subject in public if we can help it.

I'm so tired of you, America