Pipples

It's been a strange last 3 days. The country seems gripped in the clutch of the Suffolk Strangler. Take That have been number 1 in the singles chart for nearly a month, their first release for 10 years. Alphino has suddenly developed a small following in Sydney (the country, not the Alias bird) and Texas. And I've been infected with my manager's illness.

But I actually ventured out tonight, despite feeling like chewing gum on a shoe, which I'm assuming would feel a bit rubbish. And wouldn't you know it, lo and behold, after drinking a fair bit of alcohol I started to feel better. Funny that.

And then the sickly feelings returned, and the merriment I had enjoyed all around me faded into the sort of stupid and morose thoughts that you get when your mind drifts off into self-pity - the usual bollocks 'woe-is-me' kind of thing when I have absolutely NOTHING to be woeful about. Sometimes I wish you could switch certain emotions off and just enjoy what you're doing. Such as tonight, as it was a complete joy to be in the company of my amazing friends (something I haven't done for a while for money reasons), so much so that for a time I forgot I was ill.

And that means more to me than Christmas. Because Christmas is every year and pre-determined, whereas tonight just happened... That probably doesn't make sense, and I like that.