Mal's site at www.malross.co.uk is back up. Spring is in the air, I feel great and I can't help but feel like I've won the lottery or something. I checked a few minutes ago, and I DIDN'T actually win the lottery, though I had bought a ticket for yesterday. Still, what's £1 compared to the moments that I was living the dream of riches beyond my wildest dreams?

I feel simultaneously scared and excited by the prospect of my forthcoming comedy gig... I only hope that:

1. It's not cancelled
2. It goes well
3. The friends who turn up enjoy it
4. I'll not have to get a whole new set of friends afterwards
5. I'm funny enough to justify standing on a stage with a microphone

I'm still honing the material, but I'm getting more confident... Again, I'm living the dream and that's the point.

Spring affects me quite a lot. It is, after all, mating season. However, I've converted its effects into my optimism, rather than becoming some sort of slavering pervert. Not that I should stop flirting a little...