In between moments of sorting things out this morning, I've had a quick peep at last year's November, just to see where I was. I almost don't remember ever being in the place I was when I wrote those words. Don't read them now. Work wasn't so busy and I was writing tons and tons of blether. I was also blethering from home, so there was plenty of blether to deal with.

It's weird looking back 12 months and noticing all that's changed. A lot hasn't. I'm still a self-obsessed comedian, though I feel (as I always do, looking back) that I'm a lot wiser about comedy now than I was then. Of course, if you use that argument recursively, the whole "looking back, I used to be a bloody idiot" thing resolves to "I'm always a bloody idiot". Great.

This time last year, I was making an offer on the house I've now been failing to live in for 11 months. I was living with my now-ex-girlfriend in her parents' place. I was worried about my weight (while being about 2 stone heavier than my last weigh in, and having lost around 3 and a half stone since April of that year). I was not, by the looks of things, incredibly happy.

I've had a number of moments of extreme joy since... but... I'm still working towards happiness and contentment. On the way, there'll be more self-pity and melancholy. However, I'll be dastardly chipper about it. I might aswell. It's my life.