The sun is slowly breaking through, another pleasant day is looming with a lazy shrug of recollection, 'almost summer, again...', and sure Sir Bob Geldof was right, monday mornings are the worst mornings, but then you also have to realize, this one hit wonder was sung by a bored teenager in his twenties, all babble without a sense of purpose, well before he started this celebrity crusade against poverty with his pal Bono.

So Bob is doing fine today I guess, having some great sir-hood lunch while gossiping over last non event G8 adventures, and I, despite the fine weather ahead, am again as clueless as on those I don't like mondays days, just kinda pleased with my latest visit to 43 Things where 4 of the wishes exactly mirrored mine. So yeah, tempted to squeak 'can you guess which ones?', but as things go, Bob and me know those wasted years are gone, and well sweet dreams, I don't believe in wishing trees.

Tags: Ambition, Dreams, Popstars