The weather is incredibly, wonderfully windy. We're several floors up and the noise whooshing around the super-duper-reinforced windows is unbelievable. Of course there's the usual panic with all forms of public transportation and motor vehicles, but that doesn't stop me enjoying it.

So. Good news, broadly, about the licence fee settlement. It's less money than the corp wanted, but it has now been indicated to us that the move to Manchester will definitely happen (if...). It's apparently a good sign that the Culture Sec mentioned the move specifically and named the departments (all except, as someone at the meeting pointed out, Five Live, though that may be because sport/talk radio is frankly boring...)

Meanwhile, "difficult decisions" have been ominously mentioned but nobody admits to knowing what sort of difficult decisions those might be. I'm the first to admit proudly that I'm not comfortable interpreting corporate gobbledegook - the term "ring-fenced" and its ilk I find insultingly obscurantist - but it's somehow hard to believe they'd mention the phrase if it was just meaningless posturing.

That's not to say there isn't a hell of a lot of posturing going on, of course. Check out the gloom and doom patrol in the news story I linked. (The BBC cannot, just cannot report impartially on itself. It's ludicrous.)

In conclusion, nyer nyer very nyer, London. You and your "whut, there's life outside the M25?" attitude can suck my anatomical components.