Hello campers. Remember I said about writing at the weekend about Wolverhampton’s new film with Huge Jackman starring and also about the week in Reading. Well as with all good plans, it’s fallen into the toilet. It seems the very instant I get the crap together enough to achieve something of even the smallest success, the energy goes, the will is broken, and the bad man touches me in the wrong place again.

To make matters worse, sleep patterns are once again erratic, so for once I am going to attempt to go to bed early in the vain hope of sleeping a normal night’s sleep. Christ, this is how Fight Club started out….