It has been said that I must be too busy to do some of the basic things in life like wipe my arse. It's been said recently. In truth, there are some things I don't do well. I don't dust, and I really need to spend some quality time with a brush and a mop at some point soon. I wish my teeth were cleaner also. However, in general, I seem to find time for botty cleansing.

Today has been a busy one. I have had to harness the power of multi-tasking in order to make the day work out. In general, though, it's just a matter of ignoring some limitations, like the average human's need to sleep.

I seem to be finding time to write a lot on this blog this month, despite the huge amount of time I feel like I spend forgetting to write it. I also worry that I might, as a result of a series of fires and data losses, accidentally be the Samulel Pepys of the future. What if my blog is the only thing which survives? It recounts the day to day life of a person, but I'm not the average person in the 21st century. Far from it. I'm a freak. I'd hate some future reader to think that what I do is normal. What would the casual reader say about the human race, if they only had my blog to go on?

"In the early 2000's, many men of around 34 were single and stand-up comedians, working a day job, doing lots of DIY, talking about girls they'd never even meet, let alone form a bond with, and driving around the country."

Somehow, I don't want to be responsible for that false view of the average male of my era.

As I, myself, look back on this blog occasionally, maybe I can offer a view of what I did today in the context of a man on the edge:

8.45 - warned my 9 o'clock meeting attendees that I was running late
9.15 - commenced a job interview, video conferenced with Hungary
10.20 - started answering emails
12.30 - started thinking about lunch
1.30 - managed to get lunch with a friend
2.30 - prepared for a meeting
3.00 - had the meeting, audio-conferenced across 5 countries
3.45 - started solving the problems arising from the meeting
4.45 - headed out of the door, on the phone continuing to solve the problems
4.46 - 6.45 - drove to Birmingham, on various conference calls
6.45 - 10.15 - sat in a pub in Birmingham getting ready for a gig that was also going to be recorded for a small digital TV channel.
10.15 - 10.30 - rushed across Birmingham to another gig
10.31 - discovered that the other gig had descended into madness
10.39 - got onto the stage and started dealing with the insanity
10.50 - got off the stage and watched the other act, who had come from the other gig
11.10 - started heading homewards, stopping off for a sandwich and a couple of camping chairs along the route
01.25 - reheated some soup

A perfectly normal two-gig day with serious conference call action in it. What could be more normal?