Journal

Fading.

As each season dissolves into the next with no change in my predicament I sense time drifting by as I stand still oblivious to the activity around me.


Friday 5th September 2008

Laughing at the lunatics in Bedlam


I'm the head of a matchstick, I'm a number seven, I'm a...

This week I’m just making shapes. I’m the head of a matchstick, I’m a number seven, I’m a box of Cuban cigars on an ageing dictator’s desk.

Always Read the Label Chapter 27 Ways to Get Back Home

Every time I walk around Soho, I await the tap on the shoulder before I'm told I'm not cool enough to be here on my way to what will inevitably be last week's favoured hangout

Relatively Speaking, No.1

But move she does, and in consequence, most male staff become momentarily frozen by the invisible pause button of life. Heads might not turn, but keyboards, if they had feelings, would feel neglected.

Saturday 30th August 2008. Sausages

Marty has a girlfriend.

 Friday 29th August 2008

See this piece of string? Follow it and at the end you'll find a great big mess ... me!

Thursday 28th August 2008. Going wrong

My nice life is unravelling


Friday Night Live!

Food poisoned, alone and stuck. A true story.


Cherry picked!

I woke abruptly to find the house in silence and my room painfully bright.

I'm on Radio 4

Today at 3:30pm I’m going to be on Radio 4. Well, not me, but my story Teeth.

 Always Read the Label Chapter 26 Little Bird are you Happy in Your Cage?

What did I expect? An amusement park with bright flashing lights? It was for keeping people in and didn't need to be a tourist attraction to keep the visitors coming.

 Ti aspettaro'

For you I will wait as each passing day comes and then goes.

Andrea,was that your name?

A friend decided one day that it would be nice to invite me around for coffee one morning then declare the news that,"he has slept with someone else,and there has been more than one,"

Friday 22nd August 2008 Home.

Return of the unredeemed.


Thursday 22nd August 2008 Drugs.

Where is this going to end?

Tight-rope.

When I think of you,the rush comes back like heroin soaring up the vein,into the blood sending bittersweet nostalgia into my fuzzy perceptors.

 Wednesday 20th August 2008. Disgusting

Worse than I ever imagined.

Sunday 17th August 2008.

No change.


Sunday 16th August 2008 Thief!

He's stolen from us.