I had some exceptionally good news on Monday. I should've been jumping for joy, cracking open the champagne like any normal person would. But was I? Was I 'eck as like. Nope, success makes me moody and introspective - hence all the nostalgic stuff about my Auntie Pam. The future that never was etc, etc . . . for all my success I am still a juvenile doughnut brain. Even though I am pushing 40 I still do stupid things.
I'm sure I will be back on form tomorrow. I think I've got some notes about an advert that I really like . . . so that'll make a change then . . .