Have you ever been experienced?

It's the last night of the Homeless Experience, sponsored by the good people at Cafe Creme cigars and brought to you by the Lewisham and Lambeth Mental Health Services. The end is in sight. No plans for a series 2.

So I'm moving tomorrow to Streatham, using a French car to move out of the flat I used to share with an ex. Sad I suppose, but for the best, and the last piece of getting a new life underway.

But enough of that, it's a school day. Put thoughts of your first day off in weeks out of your mind. I'm not sure I even want a day off. I'll be bored, I know it. Maybe I'll buy the paper? But I won't read it. Maybe I'll start writing a book? I can make myself sick with coffee I suppose, but I'll end up playing poker in Gutshot. This I know. A place where everybody knows your name, or the staff at least, and where I can do my bollox and feel like a King.

I did have a night off last night. Did you know you can see everything in the British Museum in a little over 15 minutes? It's true. You just don't read any of the signs and move fast. And get someone else to carry your bag.

Not awake yet. Must concentrate. Inhale the coffee. Clear your mind. Blast 200cc's of loud music through your head and face the emails one at a time with the harshness that editors are supposed to carry like a dagger.

No news from yesterday's court case yet. I'm pretty sure Derek isn't in prison. Surely he would have used his one phonecall to get in touch?