.......for want of a better double-entendre, is starting to ravage my Adonis-like body and mind.
I've been doing the old 3 hours kips, 20 minutes awake, another 3 hours kip for over a week now and it's Saturday morning and I'm exhausted and last night's Jack Daniels and kebab from Marathon are currently shredding my duodenum, although I'm not going to rant on about how much alcohol I consume, like certain 'Radio Breakfast Show' DJ's.
I'm am just including a very quick post today though as I urgently need to redecorate the porcelaine bowl in a shade of burnt cinnamon.
I had a reply from the agent of the exciting Tennis prodigy Andy Murray in my pigeon hole this morning although it was neither positive or negative in content. It was simply the returning of my original letter and list of 500, together with a compliment slip that contained the correct address of Andy's new agents.
So my main fear ever since I started this challenge has finally come home to roost, ie how many bum steers and wrongly addressed envelopes have I actually sent out in the course of the last 6 months?
Whether or not I'm going to send this particular one off again, I'm not yet sure. Stamps don't grow on trees you know and besides, the 'Dunblane Dynamo' (a nickname first coined for Murray by me just now) is currently in Australia preparing for their Open Tournament and is unlikely to be back here before 14th Feb.
The only other thing to mention is that I've sent out a few more of my letters today, namely to: Jilly Cooper, Jimmy Saville, Phil 'the power' Taylor, Eric Bristow, Barry Norman and Dennis Norden.
4 of the 6 will be sent via the BBC, usually a good bet to see them handed on to the right person.
