Every now and again when doing time on a treadmill, step climber machine thingy or bike I take advantage of my gym's incredible array of entertainment magazines to distract me from the thoughts of what I really want to be doing, which is sitting in the cafe having a chai latte and chocolate chip muffin. This reading, which my husband has called mind candy, I defend by pointing out that it has provided me with the following useful knowledge:

1. Dylan McDermott and Dermot Mulrooney are not, in fact, the same person. I've been conflating them for, I don't know, a decade or so.

2. Mira Sorvino and Mena Suvari are not, in fact, the same person. Ditto.

3. Colin Firth, Colin Farrell and Will Ferrell are not, in fact, the same people. Ditto again. (Go on, tell me that you weren't a little confused, too.)

And finally, in a somewhat different vein,

4. Mischa Barton is not, in fact, a man. All I can say about this is, Baryshnikov anyone?

It would appear that I either need to start reading these mags a lot more or just stop altogether.