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last week saw a couple of interviews, which meant that I was forced to remember that I do own several suits but can't always remember which ones are in the dry cleaning bag. Thanks godness that I only tend to wear black suits and no one can really tell the diffence although it can also make identifying which goes with which a pain in the arse.

Friday, I went down to the local pub as others had insisted that I show my face, wish I hadn't bothered tbh. The same people and mainly the same conversations that were going on several years ago; it seems that some people have trouble letting go.

Am waiting to hear back from last weeks interviews as to whether I've any callbacks. Have received confirmation that I am due to be interviewed on TV on Feb 5th although am still waiting on details of the transport arrangements (have heard a whisper of a limo, which would be fun as I've never been in a limo.) Spent the day chatting with various people, but now I feel really rough; chest infection seems to be on the return to such a stage that I'm toying with the idea of quitting the cigs.

I can predict an early night of stupid proportions, it's half seven and I'm currently considering going to bed already: this is not funny!