so, new document before me. There�s ten days until my fate in terms of BBC talent and the immediate summer is decided. But there are continuing issues in life. Sometimes I�m charged, sometimes I�m flat. It only takes a spark. Persistant nosebleeds and Beatle music accompineis me at the moment. Year 2 is almost over and done. I could have technically gone home some time ago. The sun blazes outside, obviously it� s not in here. England play Romania tonight. Last night I was invited around Adams house and a mildly strange series of emotions uncurl. More time has passed. Won at Twister, got pissed and it�s a bit obligitory. I�m not 100% comfortable and only 50% of me can speculate as to why. I�m insecure. I�m the hunchback that walks amoungst the crowd, or at least, at times it feels that way. I�m not settled artistically. Paperback writer starts to come on - how ironic. I�m not pressuring myself. I want to walk tall and proud. That is all I can do. If people like me - it�s up to them. |
| end of second year |