Wednesday 1.4.09

Pinch punch first of the month, no returns for 100 years (or until next year whichever is the sooner). I was April fooled by Nina's boyfriend P today, and I fear my attempts to get him back were not successful. He posted on Facebook P, "feels that being a father could be hard work, but he is up for the challenge!" Nina got several phone calls at work, P's sisters rang him, contacts messaged him and I thought, well, its unlikely but possible, what now? Pete then emailed to remind me it was 1st April. I pretended to be cross. Secretly, I like him for making a good job of it, and I had fun looking up various diseases of the testicle that I then told his friends he had.

Went with Nina and Holly to see Ross Noble, Things at the Alban Arena. Laughed until my ribs hurt, and then some more. Will write about it tomorrow as very tired, although can't sleep.

Richard Herring's blog appeared, with him describing a rough performance night and what look like the symptoms of depression. Reading it at 1am I had the urge to help him, which is complete lunacy as we don't know each other and he is in a hotel in Cheltenam. Look at this though, "Hopefully the relatively short drives from now on will mean I can make some progress with work, but this excessive weariness is dragging me down. It's not surprising perhaps. I am under a lot of strain and have a lot on and I am old. I feel like the real me is submerged somewhere deep within my body, whilst this zombie me carries ever onwards, destroying my body by eating and drinking too much and breaking all my moral and ethical codes and not doing any fucking work on the book......Just occasionally I have some moments of clarity, but I am trudging onwards like a mindless comedy drone, managing to navigate my car round the country whilst semi-comatose and then getting on stage and lip syncing my way through a show, which luckily is being played on a tape via my mouth so it really sounds like I am in control. " He reminds me of worse times. I don't see any comedy here.