Aaaaah. Friday. Next week off. Lots to do. Head hurts. I appear to be the only person in a department of seven doing anything that could be called ‘work’ today. Mind you, that work has involved some cheeky freelance, so all is not so bad! On the downer-side, have wasted even more time chasing up a cheque for an invoice I sent out in December. What is wrong with these people? Do they think I’m a charity?????? Tonight we are heading to the Theatre Royal York, where we shall stare Melvin Burgess in the face in an effort to prove we are weirder than him.