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I'm going to hospital tomorrow. How exciting. I get gas and everything. Proper general anaesthetic. I'm quite excited, because it'll be like a weekend, except no matter how much I'm begged, I won't be able to do any work for anyone. Someone did try. He called me up and asked if I could look at a script during my anaesthetic on Wednesday. When I told him what an anaesthetic was, he said, "Well can you be thinking about it over in your mind?" It's not like a day off. It's not even like just before you go to sleep. I'm going to be out cold. No I can't read your script then, and no I can't just be thinking about it. I'll be having drug-induced hallucinations. If you want me to add those things to your script, I can, but the beeb had better invent some new channel like BBC3extra where they can put it, because it's going to make naff all sense to anyone but the permanently spliffed.

Anyway, off blog till after then. All grapes welcome, and I shall clock back in with reports of crazed giant glove-puppets and whatever else the nitrous oxide throws up.

Oh, and it's nothing serious, thanks for wondering (you didn't? Then you're the sick one). It's a camera being shoved somewhere I don't want to be awake for. I've asked if I can get a copy of the video they make - if this happens, I'll be sure to post some exciting pictures here. It'll be like Inner Space.