Have been coughing almost non stop for a week now. My stomach feels like it’s been doing 50 sit-ups a day. It’s really vile. If it’s still around Saturday I’ll go visit the emergency doctor in Whitechapel. Griff suggests it may be glandular fever, which is probably better than my previous idea, which was throat cancer. Lloyd suggests that rumour has it I’m dying from not having enough young boys to photograph. I mean, I know the gossip queens like talking about me and everything but surely that’s pushing things a little too far, no? Am considering getting a new camera on 1 year interest free credit thing and just making itself pay for itself over a year. Blue has some bands who’ll pay for shoots, and if Kris gets the development deal there’ll be money there too. Gonna ask jsut if I should play Blue any of his tracks as I reckon they’re easily good enough for a deal - but I’d like to see what Blue thinks. Snow! We need more! “And Scott said ‘Let there be more snow’ and there was. Just not in London”. The opposite shoulder to the one I got jabbed in hurts. It’s all wrong. Bleh. No monkey until Monday. Cocksucking arsewiping unclefucker. No, bigger snowflakes. Grr. Mumsy keeps phoning when I’m asleep. Which is all the time I’m not at work at the moment. Grr. Will phone her at lunch. Providing I ever get to work, that is. No cigarettes at all yesterday, and only one the day before. Have to get through today now. The temptation to have one at the bus stop was pretty strong though - for no discernable reason it actually stops me coughing. Bus running 15 mins late. Let’s see how late it makes me for work. Higher or lower than 15? I reckon higher. There are squishy pigs being given out at Cannon St station. By a person in a big squishy pig suit. If only mother was here... Just noticed a signpost for “St Andrew-by-the-wardrobe” by Ludgate Circus.. Don’t know why, but it struck me as funny. A lone candlestick sits in its holder in my bedroom. It was lit once, at the start of things. Now it just sits there, looking at me. Reminding me of the past. Sometimes I just sit and stare at it. Oh how I wish I could go back to the start of things - maybe do something different.