I'm frequently given to looking back. Two years seems to be a period long enough to find noticeable difference in my life, yet short enough to find the transformation to be disturbing. This is, I suppose, the frequently commented upon benefit of the diary aspect to this website. It seems that two years ago I was messing around making an arse of myself in Boots and sitting up late into the night writing proper articles for this website.

Interestingly enough, two of the items from April 2002's version of this website are fodder for existing, or forthcoming stand-up routines. The events in Dublin, involving a revolving door, have been adapted into one of my regular stand-up songs and a comment on Ronan Keating is still something I plan to pull out on stage... in fact I did it once, but it wasn't very effective. I'm working on it.

The past is perhaps more interesting when viewed in contrast to the present. Today I'm joining the musicians' union, driving to Scotland to perform a gig - with TWO guitars in tow, and er... well... that's enough isn't it?

Beats sitting at home at 11pm in a towel.