Notice on door in corridor downstairs: “Please access canteen via snooker table”. Eh?

Have just written review of Dave Pelzer’s new book. Realised I quite liked it. He’s not just a wittering, over-analysing American. Or is he? I can’t make up my mind. Apparently the Mail on Sunday… 

Mum reckons Dad paid her a visit. With the dog curled up in front of the fire, she had nodded off on the sofa. She woke up with a start to see Dad in the… 

An altercation with a heroin addict. Was walking down the street after lunch when a gaunt, sunken-eyed woman barged past, shouting “excuse me!” as she went, promptly falling flat on her face. I walked on.… 

Ah. Monday. Have had to write another piece on Life’s A Beach. That makes four. I don’t want to think about it anymore after today as am close to murdering Alison Watt.

Followed a 50-something woman with a massive parcel destined for delivery into the petrol station today, where I’d nipped for a Guardian. Noticed she picked up a Daily Telegraph before I started feeling up the… 

Danielle enjoyed Life’s A Beach. She is, however, quite possibly the worst member of the audience ever to have taken a seat up at Hull Truck. Her persistent rasping cough annoyed many a theatreogoer, who… 

Remembered my work ID pass for the first time in two weeks, which meant that I could walk past the security guard with smug satisfaction. He told me a while back that there was now… 

Funny comment overheard on leaving the office. A cleaner, entering the building, was saying to her nodding friend “We have a history of cancer and heart attacks in our family”. Who doesn’t? It’s almost like… 

Ah. That went well. I set up a blog to help the creative process and then don’t make any further entries. Well, I’m back. Almost one year later. But I’m back. Thankyou for your patience.…