Terrible anxiety dream. Dreamt my old band Iraq were playing at a Jewish festival supported by Bo Diddley. I was very drunk and had just eaten a load of bacon sandwiches to sober up. Someone then poured a load of brown sauce all over my hair and face. Then it was time to go on.

In a very posh salon in Marylebone waiting to get my hair cut. It's all chandeliers and fresh flowers here.

I dreamt I dropped an ambulance on top of Bananarama from a plane I was flying and one of the members was then confined to a wheelchair and then I was hated by everyone. I was being arrested for manslaughter and then I woke up. I like Bananarama. Odd.

I have the most fabulous haircut now. I've not got round to getting a haircut for a year and now, wow! Proper posh haircut. I'm very happy when I look in the mirror.

Love this story!

I'm in The Walnut drinking a pint of bitter alone. It's Mother's Day and I'm celebrating never having the misfortune to find myself pregnant.

On the Flix Bus back to Manchester. I was cutting it a bit fine so I'm just drinking cans of Punk IPA. It's very busy. I usually have time to decante gins in tins into a Sprite bottle. Seasoned alcoholic speaking here. No denial with me.

I'm really enjoying this Flixbus journey to Manchester. The person in front of me has put her seat back though so not much leg room now. However, it does me a closer look at her phone through the reflection of the window. She's a Chinese medical student.

I quite like golf.

Just had a chicken korma and an orange KitKat for dessert. I've been having trouble sleeping lately but I'm going to bed now. After the 6am news.

Just looking through my old scrap book from 1999-2000. Full of old club flyers and gig tickets. Bus and train tickets even. Nothing to hold onto nowadays.

Off to St. Bride's Church in Fleet Street later. I've never been to a service in there. There was another church I was looking into for part of my church crawl that said there is sherry after the service. I was quite tempted by that.

There is now no rest room for stewards on level 5 . So no one can rest their feet. Wembley Stadium. I know you sacked me but get the stewards sorted please.

In this grand illusion I walked into my world...and I'm still getting to into the scream of things.

I've heard that the Wembley stewards are in a bad way. 6 years in that shit hole. I wouldn't be putting my pet mouse in there nevermind people. I enjoy every other place I work at. I must say. They've closed all break rooms for stewards.

Oh no! Just woke up to another bloody day! Cried myself to sleep again yet here I am again. Should have just got some morphine or whatever and had done with it all. I absolutely loathe being alive.

Not sure what to do today. I'm still looking for a job. Still in rent arrears.

God. I hate life. Yet again I've woken up. I'm just going to drink the whole bottle of poison next time. I just want done with it all.

Whenever I'm asked by a person about a football match I always say "They had a very creative midfield". I bloody hate football. Everything about it is extremely dull. I reckon it's because neither my Mum or my Dad had any interest in it.

I'm very interested in football pitches and speaking to the grounds people and asking them just how they do that lawn. At Wembley they grow it in a green house. Then again I think a lot do that. I'll hire one of them to grow my lawn once I'm rich.