And Then He Said

I don't really know east London – the west is my manor. Outside of the cesspit of my home district, what I'm familiar with is the leafy avenues, smart developments and individualistic parades scattered with quirky little shops that make up places like the Hamptons and Teddington. East London's a foreign place, a scary one…

So I was sitting in the car eating my lunch last week when I heard this loud jangling, clattering noise behind me and swivelled around to see what was going on. Obviously, it was a shopping trolly – no great surprise in a supermarket car park. But this was no ordinary shopping trolly. This one…

Finally started the actual writing of my sitcom script last night – getting pretty close to the deadline and panic is setting in. Wrote two scenes, and went to bed pleased. Woke up this morning to the realisation that the better of the two scenes was irrelevant to this episode and will have to be…

Owing to an attack of comment spam, anonymous posting is switched off at the moment on this journal. If you want to leave a reply to a post you can still do so on either the LiveJournal or JournalsSpace versions instead. Sorry about that.

Last night we couldn't be bothered to cook and called out for a chinese. I had spicy szechuan prawns. Later, as I first brushed my teeth and then attacked them with Tesco 'Total Care' freshmint flavour interdental woodsticks, the blood that flowed from between them smelled strongly of fish.

Oh boy, do I feel grim. Work Saturday night, a drive up to my parents immediately afterwards, arriving at gone 3am, watching the Grand Prix until five… late night again last night as my body clock struggled to reset itself. And then an alarm clock and work this morning. It's going to be a very…

Not sure which colour scheme I like, really. The purple and gold I've had for a while, or the new lemon and blue that matches my website and the JournalSpace version of this journal. Have a look at both and see what you reckon, if you'd be so kind.

So little time to write! Just had time to reply to a comment on the JournalSpace version of this blog and that was it – no time to write up an anecdote from yesterday, or rant about the misdemeanors of my (former) favourite Formula One team, or gloat about the embarrassment currently consuming my favourite…

It's been one of those weeks when there hasn't been time to write at all. A few subjects have bubbled up, but I haven't been able to put in any keyboard time to record them until now. There's been the varied delights of driving to work downwind of a coffee factory, which rewards me some…