This day...

... I lost a friend after I told him to F*** off and die. Not in so many words. Actually in a lot more. I miss him, but he deserved it.

... I went to the Cinema on my own. First time for a year. And I thoroughly enjoyed it.

... I checked my Facebook a million times to see if my friend-not-friend had responded to my email, even though I told him he was never to respond to me this side of eternity.

This day...

Banksy
... has seen me sipping strong coffee in Pret a Manger (Pret a minger more like, I found a hair in my muffin).

... has found me meandering around a small but perfectly formed Banksy exhibition, inhaling the fresh fumes of clean, white paint and basking in soft spotlights.

... has forced me to make a thousand calls to one large company chasing many people for comments, quotations, contact details and information. Most of which I still have not received, or which, having received it, I have not had time to act upon.

... has caused me to end the previous sentence with a preposition.

... has presented me with a new challenge of yet another magazine, two new articles and the opportunity to interview the beautiful Ben Ainslie - a national treasure. I shall see the Olympian deity tomorrow, face to face.

... has therefore also reminded me to get an early night so that I am more than, ahem, presentable. Just in case.