‘ello, havin’ a bad day i am. got back from telly mag interview with no joy, apparently they don’t like swearin’ in reviews. fuck ’em. went to get me pork pie for me lunch i’d been savin’ and it’d been half inched. found terry sittin’ on the bed with crumbs round his mouth and gave ‘im a right bollockin’. bit later i saw his notepad what i gave him for christmas, so he could write stuff down so he don’t forget things, and saw this:i feel terrible.