It seems like a long time since I've written anything on here. I've not given up on it, I've just had an incredibly bad week. Pet deaths, failed job interviews, the smashing of a mobile phone; if I believed in God I would say something like, 'Oi, God, ease up will ya?' But I don't.
My bad luck was compounded last night when I stood outside a stage door in the intense cold for over six hours waiting to meet Stan Boardman, only to find out that I had him confused with Jimmy Tarbuck. Whoever said life was easy?