It might almost have been summer today. Maybe a little chilly out of the sun, but it signals the start of what should be an excellent few weeks (for me at least) – and we’re only just into April.

I’ve started my course of anti-malarials; two a day for the next 9 weeks, and another two every weekend. Should be fun. I always thought taking tablets wasn’t too bad as you couldn’t taste the medicine, but unfortunately these ones start to dissolve on your tongue the instant you put them in your mouth and are rubbish flavour.

Swan managed to get himself up for a job interview last week and told a revolting joke, which apparently was the most successful part of the whole interview. Well done Swan.

Also, big man Chambers rows at Number 7 tomorrow in Isis . I had hoped to make it down for the race, but events have conspired against me and I can’t make it. The best of luck to Rich and the crew anyway, I’ll be watching.

Despite all the good stuff going on, there has been one unfortunate smear on an otherwise sunny week, and it really cannot go without being noted, even if it does take the edge off the rest of this entry.

What I am talking about is the frankly barbaric scheduling of The Apprentice at the same time as Grand Designs on Wednesdays. What sort of heathens are allowed to work in our broadcasting institutions anyway? It’s opprobrious really.