I'm in the mood for another "National Kiss Day" tomorrow. So be it. We shall line up the great albums one by one and in no particular order shall unashamedly relive most of the seventies... and you know what? I don't care what anybody thinks. That's a great way to spend a Saturday morning.

I may even break my diet and grab a bag of do-nuts for the Dressed to Kill session. Hmm. There's something I haven't blogged about yet. It's a really simple diet that basically consists of nil by mouth. The only time I'm allowed to eat is between 6.30pm and 8pm and this must also be followed by a 2 mile run, which I'm getting better at daily.

I'm fucking starving most of the time but it's working. There are some people who say that you shouldn't do this because your body holds onto any fat because it thinks it will need it. What I'm trying to find is that point where my body gives up that stupid ass theory and says to itself "yeah... I need that now". It can't be far away surely.

Nutritionists across the land with Morphy Richards blenders will be shaking their heads in dismay. Fuck you. I got sold the "Mars a day helps you work, rest and play" dream when I was a kid. Much like Scooby Doo and getting excited by the sound of an ice-cream truck, some habits are hard to break.

The great thing about this new diet is that if something is liquid or can be smoked, that's allowed at any time of the day to alleviate the boredom of no chocolate. Anyway, if you're feeling fat (which I wasn't really.. just been incredibly lazy for a few months), you should give it a try. I've shifted eight pound since 26 December. If you die or collapse or anything similar er... well you're as stupid as I am.