Sometimes a night in with good food and a good bottle of wine, watching crap telly, followed by a good night's sleep, is just what you need. And so it was last night:

Good food: I quickly fried some huge tiger prawns with some red peppers, chillies, garlic and ginger. I chucked in freshly-chopped coriander, and squeezed a lime into the pan. I then sliced up an avocado and added that, coating everything in the juices. I tipped the contents of the pan over some salad leaves and voila! Gorgeous Tiger Prawn and Avocado Salad in three minutes flat. Delicious. It just cries out for a good Sauvignon Blanc. A Sancerre, perhaps? Or a facsimile thereof...

Good wine: South African winemaker extraordinaire, Neil Ellis, has produced a Sauvignon Blanc exclusively for Sainsbury's. He has cheekily called it Sincere, and labelled it in the posh scripty typeface traditionally used on Sancerre labels. It looks like a Sancerre, smells gloriously like one, tastes like one, but costs less. Fortunately, it packs a fair whack of alcohol, meaning I was enthralled by...

Crap telly: Boy, there was plenty of that on offer last night. Debbie, a 36-year-old secretarial temp from Croydon, has been single for three years. And no wonder, with that poodle haircut, that waddle, those Kenneth Williams impressions, and that violent rash that flares up over her neck and boobs when she's nervous. Over six weeks, the panel of 'style experts' on Would Like To Meet try to boost her confidence by finding fault with the way she dresses, speaks and walks. Amazingly, this seems to work, and she is now dating a younger bloke. Perhaps the style team have already applied their talents to Jade in the Big Brother house. How else can one explain the fact that the miserable pig-like one seems to have ensnared a man? [Though as it's only PJ, I guess that's hardly a big deal.] I couldn't handle the increasingly banal V Graham Norton. Is it just me, or is he sweating desperation from every pore? So off I went to bed, and a...

Good night's sleep: Somehow I managed to wake up feeling refreshed, despite the bottle of wine; and despite the vivid dreams involving: a walk from Oval to Vauxhall which somehow took me via Swaziland; a meaningful conversation with the girlfriend of an ex-boyfriend; a cottage full of satanic bikers; and a desperate escape which involved performing a stand-up routine on stage.