My skin is dead good. I think it must be a combination of being in love and Lucozade.

I am the world's worst diabetic.

Yes - I am usually overweight. I have had to be interested in diet because of being diabetic for 30 years and having kidney failure.

Now I know I am an intellectual. I saw Malcolm Muggeridge on the television last night, and I understood nearly every word. It all adds up. A bad home, poor diet, not liking punk. I think I will join the library and see what happens.

It's no surprise to me that intellectuals commit suicide, go mad or die from drink. We feel things more than other people. We know the world is rotten and that chins are ruined by spots.

I have decided to keep a full journal, in the hope that my life will perhaps seem more interesting when it is written down.

Sometimes I rant, in a comical way, about how the gods give with one hand and take with the other.