Been a bit depressed since New Year. The phone hasn't rung. The doorbell hasn't rung. No emails. Not even a Nigerian offering me £100,000,000. And I really need that right now.
Martin's had a cold. The stuff that has come out of his nose! The flat is freezing. I had to empty the Jameson bottle to feed the meter. I told Macolm Powder it wasn't a good idea to leave the whisky in the bottle. Idiot.
I hear from Joyce that Mickey Duane applied to be on X Factor but didn't get a look in - even for the useless freaks section. Serves him right. I spoke to Martin about trying it down in Manchester but you couldn't talk to him. When he's ill he's a demon.
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