The Post Office runs have finished and I’ve been swapped into the little 12 tonner truck we’ve got. The guy who usually runs it is nice and clean, which is always a great thing when you have to swap trucks that someone else actually lives in. It’s also ballache to have to clear it out for the next driver, if you’re the one usually living in it.

Saturday night I loaded out for Peter Kaye in Manchester, to run the equipment down to Wembley arena, where comedians like Jason Mansford and Jack Jones (is that his name) were filming a New Years Eve special for ITV. Seeing as I don’t party on New Year’s (I do it throughout the year instead) I may well stay in and check it out. But I’ll also probably forget.

And yesterday I loaded in Milton Keynes (video equipment) and then tipped it in Manchester (again) for a private Chanel party. I figured I’d use my charm and grab some perfume samples for my mum, but I tipped out on the street and was then sent on my merry way.

Oh, my African trip in january is off, despite me getting a visa for it. I’m probably going to extend my Thailand stay instead, but then again, I never know what’s coming up around the corner.