nearly 2am. Have to be up at 7.30.

My performance at the Free French rehearsal this evening was fuelled solely by a vegetable samosa from some dubious shop near Old Street tube.

This vile piece of triangular anti-matter is now causing all kinds of havoc in my digestive system, and I can't sleep. The Andrews salts are out, and that's BAD.

I should mention that I have a deep seated fear of vomiting (I haven't been sick for 13 years) which is exacerbating an already very unpleasant situation. Jackass took my mind off things a little, but not enough. I need something more extreme, and the House Of Commons is in recess so BBC Parliament ain't gonna help none.

It's at times like this I want to call someone up and discuss my state of health. But of course it's at times like this when people are most likely to tell me to f*ck off. I think I'll try watching TV until I just slump into unconsciousness. Another loooooong day tomorrow. Sick of this. Fortunately I'm going to Lille for 4 days next week, and there's nothing to do there. So that's good.