I just saw the last thing I wrote yesterday, and as if to emphasise it I’ve spent this evening prancing around naked or in the process of getting naked in Mel’s flat as we keep going over and over that stupid routine. It doesn’t even feel as sexy any more, stripping down to that c-string and nipple pasties, because partly I just feel a bit silly, and partly I’ve done it a lot now.

She says I’ve still got a lot of work to do.