I had food poisoning at the weekend. I was up in Edinburgh performing at Jongleurs and on the Friday night I came off stage went straight into the dressing room toilets and ... it wasn't nice.

I can't decide where I got it from. there are two options:

1. a bacon and egg barm I had from a butty van at the entrance to Sale Water Park
2. a Ginsters beef wrap I bought from a service station on the M6 for the reasonable fee of £3.69

It was a night of pure hell. Hotel rooms are horrible places to be on your own especially when you're ill. I was convinced I was going to die and it's not how I imagined my demise at all. I don't want to die in a hotel room, or at least not in one where there's no drugs, whores or donkeys.

Writing wise... I've been commissioned for ten minutes of material for a new CBeebies sketch show. It's aimed at their older viewers the erudite 2 to 4 year olds, I've sent my last draft of my comedy college script and I've come up with a sci-fi idea which I'm going to write for radio. Apparently they don't like sci-fi. Oh well. It's a bloody good idea it's got to be done.

I was asked to send some ideas over for My Family which I did and have heard nothing back on. So that's nice. There's a new BBC7 topical sketch show kicking off soon who are asking for submissions. I might try and come up with something for that today but I find topical stuff really boring. Probably because I'm not that good at it.

Still heard nothing from the UK Film Council re the funding application for This Beautiful Morning.

So all in all nothing much to write about really. But Google Mail is down at the moment and I have to do something to stop me working. Hence the update.

Maggie has a new noise. It goes 'brah'

Written down it doesn't look like much but it was a revelation to us.

Note to self: go out more.