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For those of you who need a fix of Coleen McLoughlin (and let’s face it, who doesn’t?), I’ve just posted a piece Coleen McLoughlin: From Goddess To Thinker on My Telegraph. If you notice any signs of my being a bit jaded (or perhaps evening having lost my mind), I ask you to forgive me. I’ve not been sleeping well. Despite Gabby's warning, the neighbour continues to do his DIY from 8AM to 10AM, and then go silent all day. Since I normally write until about three in the morning, it means I’m surviving on about five hours sleep when I’m more used to nine.

I’m now going to sit down and, if this addled old brain can cope, copy out the remaining part of chapter one of my autobiography. I made the foolish mistake of making the first chapter too long, but, once this piece is posted, I hope to be giving you more regular selections from what is sure to be the vanity publishing sensation of 2008: Thonglateer Extraordinaire!

Sleep. I just need a little more...

Zzzzzzz... dribble... munchkins with bicycle pumps...