Can't sleep tonight, I don't know what to think. Rumour has it Paul has taken his character research a little too far and has been spotted in disguise outside various Mansfield nightclubs speaking in a vary heavy Glaswegian brogue and wishing on being called Lucky Eric. I don't think he's hit anyone yet but time must be running out.

As a director it has been my role to push my actors. I didn't realise their mental state was so fragile. I only mentioned once to Steve about keeping the pretense of his drug habit in the play. I didn't mean in real life and now the talk in the town is that he's two grand in debt, keeps sniffing and there's a man called Danny the Dealer looking for him.

Dave's wife keeps ringing me - he's just lost his job, rehearsals have had a different effect on him. He actually believes it is 1984 and he's only 14 years old. He's wearing bleached jeans, white canvas shoes and eyeliner all the time. They do think though with intensive therapy they might be able to get him at least to 1988 by the end of the year.

The lades local pub keeps ringing me. Apparently John keeps directing Karate poses towards an old man who sits at the bar, who once, and only once, happened to catch his eye. They are talking about barring him which really will cause tension.

Sometimes I wonder if it is all worthwhile. By the way if anyone sees me after the play I never used to have this nervous twitch...

GET PILLOCKED!!!