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A lot of the reason I fancy Simon Amstell is that he’s thin, Jewish and has big hair. These are the same reasons I fancy myself, what can I say, I have a type.

I’ve watched him and liked him since Popworld and he’s one of the few man crushes I have who is obtainable (because he’s gay and single). I was at the Roundhouse a couple of years ago for a gig and he was there, and he gave me the eye, and I think that only served to increase the obsession. Sometimes I forget I’m not watching a home video when Grandma’s House is on, and I don’t know if I stole his mannerisms because he’s so adorable or if I’m just also adorable, I hope it’s the latter.

The only thing that stops me is the awkward morning after when we can’t work out who’s vintage indie jumper is who’s.

I feel absolutely fantastic this morning. I got up and ran two miles listening to Bombay Bicycle Club while the sun came up which is possibly the best way to begin a day. I think it helped that I had such a good time last night. It was my return to the improvised comedy workshop. What I realised last night is just how close I am to those guys, I thought initially it was a little business like or a little snobbish because they all have a background in the arts but we actually get on incredibly well, I feel a lot more comfortable in front of them than I do other people. I think it helps that they genuinely make me laugh, there were moments last night when I was actually in danger of blacking out from laughing so hard. There are moments of puerile and childish jokes and there are moments of clever and eloquent puns and it’s just such a joy to be a part of. That’s enough gushing though.

I’m on the train to work and I’m quite looking forward to that being out of the way because a group of us are going for dinner and then to see Woman In Black at the Fortune Theatre. I’ll probably review that tomorrow if I get a chance.

As far as my weekend plans go I’m about one session (two hours) away from finishing the redraft of my novel. Then I’ll need to read it, get others to read it, and try and get myself a literary agent. I’ve already started on my next three projects and can’t wait to get my first out in the post. Tomorrow I’m going to watch a friend skydive for charity which I am quite looking forward to. I’ve never seen a skydive done before and I am very proud of him for doing something so daring for charity.

That should be enough for now right?
Peace&Love.

I’ve got a horrible feeling I’m giving myself all kinds of phobias and turmoil by keeping up a massive pretence. I’m supposed to be a writer, someone who can only work if they are witnessing things, getting involved, having adventures and yet I insist on sitting in my room, hunched over my desk and hammering out my work. Something is awry.

This week I’ve been off work with a virus, it not only served to cripple my stomach and creativity but also seemed to exacerbate my feelings of nausea and anxiety when I was out of the house. I put this down to me refusing to ever do anything fun anymore, I’ve sucked a lot of the enjoyment out of my life in order to shut myself in and write. I’m hoping that once I get this redraft out of the way I’ll loosen up a bit, be a bit more careful with myself, go and do things but it’s pretty all consuming. In the daftest way imaginable I am becoming obsessive and a workaholic. The problem is that I know that I can’t stay in my job forever (not that there is anything wrong with it) but because it isn’t what I feel I am supposed to be doing, I should be writing, and now that I’ve realised that, and got it hard I feel I should spend as much time as possible locked away doing just that, but without the balance of a life it’s not worth it. I know that the enjoyment is in getting there but I don’t even think I’m getting that at the moment, I just want it done and sent off, and then published so I can work on something else. I’m getting tired of the story, but rather than just giving up on it like I usually do, of getting bored and turned off I’m going to see it through, and give it to other people, and let them in and show them what it is that I’ve shut myself off from my friends for in the last year.

I want to learn how to be fun again, I want to be free, I just feel a bit trapped.

Waking up this morning and seeing a lovely bit of sunshine has definitely got me off to a great start to the weekend.
I got up at eight and took the dog for a walk – the first time I’ve been out of the house for two days and now I’m  getting some writing done. I don’t know what it is about a bit of blue sky and warmth that makes me so much happier and more productive. It’s like emerging from a cocoon.

While Seasonal Affective Disorder is often shunned as being a yuppie excuse for laziness there is a lot to be said for it, some even citing it as a form of hibernation to limit our movements during the Winter when previously there would have been scarce amounts of food which does make a lot of sense. While we have the comforts of the modern age it doesn’t change the fact that we are still animals, and have very primal urges – just spend a Saturday night out in Southend to see a perfect example of this. I see no reason that we should ignore our bodies in this way, I am a firm believer in listening to my body – only eating when I’m actually hungry, sleeping when I’m tired – which may sound like the most obvious thing in the world but there are far too many people who eat just because it’s their preset ‘lunchtime’ or ‘dinnertime’.

I think what I’m getting at is throw the curtains wide, get the hell out of bed and go and do something. These days are precious.

This is the big one. I have such a mancrush on Johnny Depp that my girlfriend has to accept that there is a very real chance that I will give up on a normal life to just follow him until the restraining order prevents me from doing so.

I think the first Johnny Depp film I saw was Ed Wood. It probably wasn’t the best place to start and I don’t remember being that concerned about either the actor or the film. That was easily a decade ago and I tried watching it again recently and it still doesn’t really grab me that much as a story.

The thing about Depp isn’t just that he’s an incredibly beautiful man. It also stems from the fact that he is a very gifted actor and an outsider. I love an outsider, people who don’t fit in are the most interesting people, everyone knows that. Those that are left out work harder to be something worthwhile and that’s just what Depp has managed to achieve. He only started acting to subsidise his band and look where it has taken him. I was watching footage of him playing with Alice Cooper at the Dark Shadows premiere and at the 100 Club in London a couple of months ago, the guy just oozes cool constantly. There’s almost a parallel to Jack White (who I wrote about for Mancrush Friday last week). You get the impression that there is nothing false about the way they conduct themselves, and that they are entirely confident in what they do, and how they do it, and that shines through to me as being confidence.

I think that’s probably where my affection for these men stems from, it’s not that I want to be with them (ed: that’s a lie, I do) but it’s that I want to be like them, to be as sure of myself in what I do. The men that appeal to me are the ones who cut their own path, it’s something I admire greatly.

Today my little brother is twenty. I have two brothers (both younger) and today is Edward’s birthday. It makes me feel really old, possibly older than my own birthday did because I remember him being born, I remember carting him down the stairs before he could talk or piss standing up and making him breakfast. In a way I fathered him, which is weird because we had a perfectly brilliant dad (and still do). I took that responsibility on of my own accord and seeing him now, with a chinstrap beard, about twelve tattoos and flesh tunnels makes me realise that I did something right in taking him under my wing.

Our relationship as brothers has always been brilliant, we’ve had our moments; I recently threw a mug at him and he grappled me to the floor choking off my air, but that’s nothing compared to the amount of good time we share together. Edward has always been a rebel, always pushed the boundaries and that’s what makes him different to me (the safe bet) or Robb (the funny one), he will keep pushing and pushing and it is something I have come to greatly admire him for it, I wish I’d had the audacity to act the way he did and does in a number of different situations. People (my parents) get annoyed at him for not settling down, for being quite up in the air all the time, for not really knowing what he wants but the fact of the matter is that he’s still very young, and we all are, and at twenty I was running around Buckinghamshire with my trousers down. He’s only twenty and it takes a little later than that to prepare yourself for the world, it’s not the same as it was twenty/thirty years ago. We don’t have to get a job at sixteen and graft, we can afford the luxury of fucking about a bit, and that is largely down to the our parents, the generation who knew the feel of a hard day’s work when they were still minors. We’ll get there too, it’s a generational thing.

This morning (and I’m sure my brother will mind me telling you this but it’s doubtful he’ll ever read it and by the end of this paragraph you’ll understand why) Edward came into my room at seven and got in bed with me. There are very few people who can do that, and seem legitimate about it. I made him a cup of tea and he set about opening his presents. I got him a copy of the Sh*t My Dad Says book, based on our enjoyment of the Twitter page of the same name and as soon as he saw it he said: ‘Wahhh, a book’. Anyone else would get a smack round the head for that kind of insolence and disrespect but I can’t do it to him, he’s under my wing now whether we like it or not.

Happy birthday Edward you little punk.

So I haven’t posted in a couple of days, and the truth is that it is physically hurting me to do so now. My head is spinning, and I feel sick as long as I’m upright. I don’t know what it is exactly, or what it means, but it has given me a good opportunity to take stock of what is going on. Before I continue I feel that I should tell you that I am booked in to see a doctor this afternoon so you don’t need to worry that I’m going to drop dead, I will receive proper NHS-grade medical care at 2:40 today. In family news my brother is suffering from a similar ailment but has taken it that extra step (as if to show me up) by promptly vomiting for the last 24 hours, little show off.

The joy of being off ill is that it gives you a chance to regress, I haven’t eaten this much chicken soup since I was a child and it got me to thinking about the wonders of being off school when you’re ill. It was always that magic of having a lay in, then realising that there is nothing worth watching on television and finally at around the two pm mark wondering what you missed out on at school. Being off work is very similar to that. Once you wake up (in my case because the office are calling to make sure I’m not dead) then it all becomes very unassuming. I don’t really know what to do with myself. Yesterday I insisted my brother make flapjacks just so I had a smell to enjoy. I watched the whole series of Snuffbox (which I had been putting off for the past three months). I think the important thing to remember; and this was taught to me by a very knowledgable woman, is that when you are ill it is your body’s way of saying that you need to take better care of yourself, that you have been running yourself into the ground and you just need to stop what you’re doing and lay down in the dark for a couple of days. I don’t know how that sits with anyone else but I am perfectly happy with it. I have made minimal movements from my room (mostly due to the nausea that motion currently carries) and have been in and out of consciousness as Border Patrol and Anything To Declare play on repeat on my teevee and it’s quite nice. I’ve always got something going on, or somewhere to be, so being able to check out for a couple of days is wholly enjoyable. Is it wrong that I favour this to a holiday?