25th November

Well it’s 5.30pm English Sunday time. I’m at the DMU Library, drinking relentless and feeling very on my own, because I’m on the bottom floor and almost all others are in groups! I fancy pulling an all-nighter, but have no reason to do so. Besides, I have to be up early tomorrow for my Devising lesson. We are in the middle of our first solo devised pieces.

For my performance, I’ll be talking about the internet, biggin’ it up as they say. But showing how it cuts us off from each other. How social networking sites bring us close to our distance friends and further from our current ones, showing that some people near enough live online.

Then I’ll go and talk about porn, my first porn movie. I’ll go from talking about it to doing it. Pretty harsh stuff, seeing me act porn on stage, but fuck it. It’s going to be a good laugh. In a real life twist, like the end of the performance, this laptop of mine broke earlier this week and wouldn’t load. I thought it was fucked, and it came at a very bad time! It gave me a real insight into my own dependence on technology, which since discovering the “f11” key on boot-up secret, has started to re-affirm itself on me.

But for a few days when I thought all my work was lost for good I spent a terrific amount of time in the real world, quite an interesting experience. I met the new manager of Leicester (a guy called Steve Holloway) and shook his hand. I’m meeting celebrities already, have at you, bitches!