Tuesday

Worked until late last night then slept little on account of this bloody ear infection. I'd go to the doctor - but I know for a fact it will take a week to get an appointment, and by then it will be gone - and besides, my Doctor is such a cow she's probably refuse to let me speak and accuse me of being depressed again, I could go in there with a six inch nail in my forehead and she'd just give my a prescription for Prozac and tell me to stop wasting her time.

It's bloody hot again. I'm due to go to a combined birthday and memorial event later ( don't ask ) but I can't trust myself on the bike if I lose my balance and I'm going to be tired and pissed off by tonight. I have to finish some work today and it's going to be a struggle. I've sent a lot off already and I'm just waiting for the 'brill, exactly what we asked for - but could you change it all to something else'.

It's the Old Town bike ride event tonight - for anyone who is not local... it's a strange and almost sinister event that involves a very steep hill and a lot of alcohol.

Nothing interesting in the news, except one little thing - the writer Stan Barstow has died. I wouldn't be who I am today without work like his.