Thank God its not November

Wow November what a month! At one point I could've sworn I was about to have bits of brain come out of my ears - now that's a pleasant image. There was a play, radio scripts, short story launch, oh and this little novel thing I'm writing. Thank God a lot of it is over. When you look back at it, it all sounds glamourous having a play on at a theatre in Soho, and meeting your script editor at the members only Bafta bar, and meeting politicians and famous writers at the launch of this book in which your story is published in. But at the end of it, when the dust has settled you realise, what a load of rubbish. Really, at the end of it what are you left with? Just some small talk and cringey memories of you drinking too much because you were nervous. I know I shouldn't be like that. It's all good, it's all London.

So anyway this month is going to be about vacant, vacuous pursuits like - celebrity gossip blogs such as popsugar and dlisted. And ridiculous TV shows like Girls of the Playboy Mansion - which if you havent seen it, well how can I describe it but its basically a show about the 80 year-old Hugh Hefner cavorting with 20-something blonde fembots. There's nothing creepier than the sight of his quivering wet lips reaching out to them for a kiss. Ugggggh.
And to add a dose of reality see how rich you are on a global scale.