A lone, rather drowsy looking wasp has taken up residence in my window, the excesses of summer now over, he has decided to spend his well earned retirement at Casa del David pretending to be deaf, writing pointed letters to the Daily Mail and shouting at kids on the lawn. I for one wish him all the best.

In other news, I've got an interview tomorrow, which will require the use of my only suit and a drastic haircut, as I'm developing a McCartney proto-mullet.

Fingers Crossed.