Against my better judgement, I agreed to take my 12-year-old to ‘hang out’ at the Mall (the big pink one) on Saturday afternoon. This involved me wasting two hours of my life drinking coffee while my son and a bunch of his pre-teen classmates trolled around the Mall attempting to look cool while not achieving very much. What an absolute waste of everybody’s time, I thought. What on earth is the attraction? However, I was feeling generous at the time, looking forward to a more relaxing Sunday.

I thought I had missed all the snow but in the last few days, I have seen more snow in London than I have ever seen in my life. I want to just enjoy it but it isn’t easy. It is three days to Christmas and I have only just got the heating working, half my family is stuck in Cyprus and I have barely started the Christmas shopping. If they don’t get here tonight, I may just end up spending all my quality time over Christmas with the nice man from British Gas! He has been very helpful sorting the heating problem, even if it has taken five visits so far…

I travelled back to London on Sunday evening. I had only been away for a few weeks and in my absence there was only one story. Not the snow or the student protests. The only residual snow I have seen in the last few days was on the side of the M25. And the students have lost the argument. That just leaves the X-Factor. So, I have been feeling a bit like Cinderella, the only one without an invite to the X-Factor final ball, (I was on a plane at the time).

I thought I wasn’t that bothered by the outcome and then I watched the FIFA world cup bid decision live and my blood was boiling. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I find myself in agreement with Dave Cameron when he said, "In the end it turns out having the best technical bid, the best commercial bid, a passion for football, that's not enough. It's desperately sad." Actually Dave, in the end it looks like a political decision at best, and England were never going to win, no matter how good the bid. And neither were Spain or Holland and Belgium.

So the Royal wedding will be on 29 April next year in Westminster Abbey. Now that Will and Kate have set the date, the whole country can plan their Easter holidays knowing that there will be an extra bank holiday weekend, right after the Easter bank holiday weekend. Great news. I think France is going to be popular next year. I just hope that the wedding expense for the Royals and the Middletons will leave enough money to buy Kate a new dress and a new wedding ring.

The Queen launched herself on Facebook last week. You can’t be her friend but you can ‘like’ the British Monarchy link. Apparently 41,000 users had clicked the ‘like’ button, an hour after the page was launched. There are pictures of the family and YouTube videos. Whatever next? Videos of Prince William at Count Bastion and more interestingly, Prince harry launching the Soldiers Challenge at the Imperial War Museum. Yes, I have watched them all.

It was encouraging to students protesting in London the other day. I was starting to think that university education really was becoming a pointless waste of three years. In the good old days students used to protest regularly. And that was when degrees were supposed to be harder. How did they have the time?

I saw a really enjoyable BBC funded film the other night called, Made in Dagenham. It is a rather amusing, fictionalised account of the women’s strike, at the Essex car plant in 1968, that led to improved working conditions at Ford and ultimately to the Equal pay Act in 1970. The main character in the film, Rita, the leader of the strike, says, “we gotta demand pay that reflects the job you do not whether you got a dick or not.” How true, we say.