Depression comes in bouts. Like boxing. Dad is in the blue corner.

I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.

Depression comes in bouts. Like boxing. Dad is in the blue corner.

Oh diary, I love her, I love her, I love her so much. Jordana is the most amazing person I have ever met. I could eat her. I could drink her blood. She's the only person I would allow to be shrunk to microscopic size and explore me in a tiny submersible machine. She is wonderful and beautiful and sensitive and funny and sexy. She's too good for me, she's too good for anyone! All I could do was let her know. I said: "I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.

There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.

That's a big love letter," she says, squinting. I know what I'm going to say and for a moment I wish there was a film crew documenting my day-to-day life: "I've got a big heart," I say.

Anger does not come easy to me. It is something I have to encourage, like a greyhound in second place.