Bored, broke and a touch bitter, we've already trawled the contents of televisionwithoutpity, found some new blogs to trash and even stopped checking the progess of Factory Girl on IMDb (filming began last week, whatever).

We've been entertained by gofugyourself, flabbergasted by the TomKat version of Candy Shop (who has time to make this shite?) and chuckled at the Mosstril (sorry Kate, we love you, but this is pretty funny).

We've toyed with purchasing a feel good present - the guy who sits beside me is getting his girl a goat, how sweet - and are still desperately searching for last minute fares (Kayak trawls airline sites for the best fares, across the board).

We've even exhausted mags from magwerk, gossip from laineygossip.com, media news from Romenesko (which is a bitch to read. New format please!), and memoirs from the new ode-to-Johnny Cash site (words from JT LeRoy and Mr Slimane).

The only thing left to do is see how dumb we've become this holiday season.

And if your office's Perpetua does happen to walk by, try the face-on 'What? this is research and I'm very busy' bluff and simultaneously minimise all screens (Windows key-'M' or Option-Command-'M' for the Macs). Sorted.