Richard Madeley - My Fake Diary

Thursday, 2 October 2003

I'm sick. I'm tired. I'm sick and I'm tired. You know, these days back on the job are really starting to take their toll on me.

I'm in the studios all day and now Channel 4 are refusing to pay me! Something to do with book-fiddling, or kiddy-fiddling or something in the 1970's and 80's at Granada. What a load of bollocks.

A fine upstanding citizen, contractually obliged to spend all my hours cooped up 'entertaining the nation'! I got so cross earier, I actually crushed a polystytene coffee cup. I stamped on it's horrible little head until it DIED! HAHA!

Anyway, Judy's off out to work the streets again tonight in her little red number with the pull-string bra - it's like a pair of curtains. Fantastic idea! I hope the punters like her tonight. I'm sick of eating bloody beans on bloody toast.