A very quiet day today – not much happening at all.

In fact, I spent most of it in a sweltering office, sweating like a paedophile in a playground. It’s the one thing I would consider having plastic surgery (or cosmetic surgery, whatever the hell it’s called) to sort out – simply cutting the nerves to my sweat glands. It’s horrible and I hate it – but the only reason I won’t do the surgery is that there’s some risk of also losing the nerve cluster that goes to your arm – and that’s not worth the price, to be honest.