The weekend starts here..

Aloha there. Just a quick post to reassure you all I'm still working away, and nothing emphasizes that more than the weekend I just had. Because I had possibly the worst, most knackering weekend in the world. The kind of weekend psychiatrists scrawl on their notepads as "weekend from hell". Whilst crying. Observe:

Thursday - Had to walk down Oxford Road, probably the roughest road in Southern England, wearing that sandwich board. I was chased for the last 100 yards by a gang.

Friday - Had to spend the night in a graveyard. I get zero hours sleep.

Saturday - Had to spend day being two girls slave, who asked me to stroke a random lads hair, who promptly turned on me and threatened to stab me, then kicked a rugby ball at my back.

- Had to spend evening in London in a stranger's house cooking a vegetarian Chinese meal for a dinner party and ended up getting lashings of chilli in my eye.

I wonder if you did something similar with your weekend.

Getting well and truly out of hand...

I cannot begin to explain the stress and ridiculousness of the past week. I've gone from a regular lad performing a small act of whimsy whilst eating potato salad and watching 'Robot Wars' to some publicised local celeb. I'm in newspapers, TV, radio shows, magazines; everything. It's totally and utterly ridiculous...

However, I'll come to that a wee bit later. First, project sit-rep. I've made a whopping 52 people happy now, which I'm quite proud of, but which has necessitated some particularly odd challenges. I've had to burst into song standing at a urinal, recite the alphabet backwards wearing a fake beard, go trick-or-treating which I'm really far too old to do nowadays, write someones name in donuts, and record a weather forecast wearing a girly scarf.

On top of that, someone asked me to tie some nice things to low-hanging tree branches for people to pluck, so I adorned one tree with hanging herbal teas, magazines and biscuits before the police came and I had to run away, suitably abashed. I also had to dress as a knight with a cardboard made out of armour - in the end I looked like the robot out of some horrifically low budget 'Wizard of Oz', and wasn't really up for fighting any dragons seeing as I was literally the most flammable thing in the world. Regardless I got a lot of quizzical looks as I walked through town, before one person asked for a hug which I was a bit wary of doing as he had a cigarette in his hand, and looked like the kind of person who'd find it funny to watch a scalded 17-year-old try to tear off some burning knight costume. He clocked how flammable I was and proceeded to chase me a lighter - all I was trying to do was make people happy, and here was someone trying to set me on fire!!

I also had to go to London as you can see here. I needed to perform some chirpy tomfoolery in Trafalgar Square so I wanted to be quiet - you can imagine my displeasure upon slowly emerging from the tube station to find it was not quiet, no; there were 40,000 people there. I'd managed to come during Diwali, the biggest Indian festival this side of, well, India probably. I had a day of drizzle, getting jostled on the tube, headache, people shouting at me, and a pack of incense exploding open in my bag, all in the name of happiness.

BUT, there's even bigger news. Somehow in the midst of all this, I've managed to become something of a very minor celeb, starting with somehow getting front page of the Evening Post. Since then I've had magazine offers, radio show interviews, and even been on national news for giving out free hugs! Like a properly long, official segment. I swear I nearly had a hernia through stress throughout all this. You can't how stressful this whole affair is until you answer a phone call to hear someone say "Hey, this is Steve! You're going live on the air in 10 minutes!" Argh!

However, despite the media scrabbling about trying to get interviews, and being recognized on the street as that nutter who does similarly nutty things, I DO still need your help. Please, your happy suggestions are needed now more than ever, and your support for the forum is dire. Come on everyone. Please..?

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