'Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as Gods. Cats have never forgotten this.'

I had a dream last night that I was guest-singing on stage with Frank Turner. And then when we were backstage he tried to cuddle me and sit on my lap like a child. It was weird. I think there's been some sort of mixup on the dreamwaves, as this one should have gone to Shelli Clarkerson. She would have appreciated that a lot more than I did, especially since he had his shirt off for most of the dream. Wasted on me, I tell you! Send the skinny ones to Shelli! Got it?

Hanging out of the window smoking a sneaky cigarette at 3am teaches you a lot about the wildlife around here. I heard what could only be described as a cat orgy, and then the birds went crazycoconuts so perhaps they had some sort of involvement? Who's to know?

I seriously need to get moving today. Not because I have lots of stuff to do (which I do) but because I need to buy tobacco.

Hmm, I think I'll leave anything spiritual to my real-life diary. So if you are interested in that side of things, you'll have to become me for a day...because that's the only way you'd get to read my actual diary.

Good luck with that.