Tuesday 6th May 2008 (pp2842-51)

I am in a new flat. The Wi-Fi on the scanner doesn't work anymore. The scanning program doesn't work anymore. I have to use a new one, but I think it's going to be OK.

Monday 5th May 2008 (p2842)

I got the date wrong here. As I wrote my 4 lines, I got the date wrong. It was a long day at work with Alastair, my boss. I ended up staying longer and doing more than I would normally have to do if I was working with someone more teleologically focussed, shall we say.

The other day Alastair told me he would like to watch the snooker but he's 'swept along a never-ending tail-chasing road of activity'.

When I got home from my long shift, people were still up in the living room. Jack Allet was there, for one. I had resigned myself to my fate of missing the snooker final, but it was Ronnie O'Sullivan against Ali Carter so the result was a fairly forgone conclusion anyway. I was deeply tired. 

Sunday 4th May 2008 (pp2835-2841)

'Writing is my enemy', 'she told me she hated me', and so on. Clearly there were other things going on.

Saturday 3rd May 2008 (pp2828-34)

In the story currently the island man is robbing a drug dealer. With great dexterity and ingenuity. On this my day off surely I got to see some of the concluding frames of the semi-finals. I feel other things were obfuscating the snooker this year.

Friday 2nd May 2008 (pp2818-27)

Impressive writing effort expended on traditionally busy Friday, on which James went to the Crucible to see Stephen Hendry play Ronnie O'Sullivan in the semi-final of the Snooker World Championships.

Thursday 1st May 2008 (pp2808-2817)

Let's say she came home today. I think it might have been a few days earlier, but it doesn't overly matter. I had a list of things I needed to do before she came back. I got flowers and fruit and stuff. I went to the airport to meet her. She wore a red dress. We were happy for a little while.

Wednesday 30th April 2008 (pp2794-807)

It's a shame because the writing on pages 2803-4 is a glittery mix of blue and pink but the scanner has not captured its elegant subtlety here.