It's one of those very rare days in England when it isn't foggy and, looking out of my window, there isn't a Bobby in sight. I passed three people today with really good teeth and five couples making love in a hedgerow. There isn't a single robin sitting on a snow covered holly bush and travelling through Tunbridge Wells today, I didn't hear anyone tut.

I hardly know where I am and feel very confused and disorientated.



I'm going down to the old Bull and Bush now to sing a few songs and have a knees up with a Pearly Queen - just to centre myself again.



Roll on Friday, so I can have some fish and chips..