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Sick, tired, ill. Surrounded by naughty screeching children who obviously have some sort of death wish. Another flying start to the week then. In the middle of which, a TV company that want to interview me for a documentary they are making on Bono ring to ask if they can film me here, at home. God must enjoy testing me. Or perhaps he just likes dead TV people.

Go to the email and immediately wish I hadn't. Some people really enjoy writing angry bitter emails. The worst thing about them is the awful insight it allows you into their own tortured souls. There are a lot of truly sad, lonely people out there that think sending emails will somehow help, that they are right and everyone else is wrong and that now someone MUST PAY. Poor cunts. I used to get like that too sometimes. Then I had children. I would bet anything that the world's most angry letter writers are the ones without children. Because one thing children are really good for is perspective. On every level. But mostly the one where you end up so exhausted everything else just looks like silly games. Which of course they are.

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