We're deep into feature country now and here be monsters. I don't sleep, I eat things that can only be cooked in the microwave and burst into uncontrollable fits of laughter and tears. Am I going mad or becoming a journalist? Is there even a difference?
There’s been talk of us reaching a halfway point of some kind, although no one seems very sure about this. Whatever point we’re nearing I thought I’d reflect on my best and worst moments on the course so far.
Best: ‘Keep Camden, Camden.’ ‘Nuff said.
Worst: Being ill. Being so very ill.
More subbing tomorrow. I hope Keith shows us that story about the woman that went down on a donkey...yeah...definitely going mad.