Hilary Seabrook - writer, podcaster, musician

I did NOT expect Results to make me laugh quite as much as it did. Nor did I anticipate the pizza-eating, guitar-playing Kevin Corrigan trying to get in shape. Or trying to try. He perfectly embodies the expression 'more money than sense'. A bored rich guy who knows all about Monty Python. Guy Pearce is so much more than Neighbours and Cobie Smulders definitely more than How I Met Your Mother . Written by Andrew Bujalski, Results combines a witty script with great physical humour. The relationships between the three main characters are a comedy gift that keeps on giving. It almost feels unscripted and disjointed the way scenes in real life aren't all connected. Only these are connected. Loosely. As Kat leaves her gym kit behind, she becomes a real woman. The film is out this weekend and you should see it for Smulders acting with a red kettle ball. I have a feeling this could be a great cult movie. Especially for those who really wanted Ted to end up with Robin. ...

Soho has been an inspirational place for longer than I can remember. It always felt creative, even to a naive sax player, gigging around and hanging out backstage with friends in various West End shows. Nights out in London used to always finish at Ronnie Scott's and they often started at one of the cafes where you could get great food cheap, away from the more touristy Oxford Street and Piccadilly Circus. I was never nervous of walking through the streets, although I did sometimes wonder who the girls were, standing around looking bored. Soho was my first experience of bohemian in 1981 and I liked it, despite living in leafy Roehampton. Happy memories. I have a feeling I'll be adding to those happy times as I've been checking out the schedule for SohoCreate. SohoCreate CEO is Tom Harvey CBE, producer and entertainment guru. Chairman is advertising legend Sir John Hegarty. Between them, they've set up a series of performances, discussions, speeches, talks and...

Woodshedding is a great expression - it's all about shutting yourself away in a shed and practising what you do best. There are so many statistics about the 10,000 hours or so it takes to make you good at something. It helps if you start with talent or, at least, an interest in something. I've barely played my saxes in the two and a half years since the whole car crash, broken/frozen shoulder, stomach tumour things hit in. It's time to pick them up again and get into that metaphorical wood shed. I'm a long way down the 10,000 hours road so I'll just pick up where I left off. If not in November 2012, then certainly in June 1992 when I got married, then pregnant (twice). It's probably that long since I properly put the hours in. A Bank Holiday weekend is as good a time as any to start again.

See that square in front of my wall? It's a tiny demonstration of my power. I asked - several times - for a redundant sign to be removed from outside my house. It told traffic to go one way but the junction it related to was shut nearly four years ago. On Tuesday, the Highways team finally removed the post and replaced it with a tiny square of tarmac. Which made me very, very happy.