A dear friend of mine is in trouble, and it hurts to see the fascination placed on such a horrible situation by the tabaloid newspapers. It sickens me that dear Johan has to go through all this hurt so publicly.

I interviewed a potential flatmate today. The lack of good housing coupled with some of my savings going awry means that I have decided to open up my house. The young lady, an actress she said, seemed very nice. I'm afraid that I may have seemed unlike myself, as I can't stop thinking about Johan. All my best wishes are going to him and his family and friends. There was a concert for him the other day, and it was wonderful.

Without a doubt, a gooseberry. Awkward and slightly prickly around others, yet always surrounded.

Tags: fruit, vegetable, writer's block