Party in Nottingham.

So my response to the breakdown of the whole fucking Helpline things is to engage in three days solid boozing in honour of by friend's birthday in Nottingham. Anyway, I might come back to this, however on the final day when I'm feeling rather paranoid and just want to leave, I'm sat in the garden with this guy who wants to be a Conservative MP (he's disappeared into the garden to write a speech). My friend has these chickens in her garden for some fucking reason, as they're not laying any eggs and we're talking about the chickens and this project. Anyway, MP2B (and I genuinely hope that this guy becomes an MP because he seemed to have a good heart (though I suspect by the time he's been through the Tory personality mincer (all political parties have one) that he's not going to be this genuine))) gets pretty excited about the whole idea of what I'm doing and basically encapsulated the whole premise of this in one line (bloody politicians):

"If I were in a great novel, what would I be do today?" or maybe "What would I be doing today if I were the subject of a great novel?" - clearly I can't put it as well as he did.

I don't know what we said about the chickens.

Helpline

I'm really fucked off about how this whole thing's come off. I mean, it seemed like a good idea, you know? You set up an experiment and run it, collect some data and analyse it. That's how it works in science. I guess working with humans is more difficult. Wasn't to expect that Jill would freak out about the whole balloon / cat thing. In retrospect I'd say I'm pretty lucky she wasn't one of those people with a fucking balloon phobia. I hear the cat's absolutely fine by the way. In fact Karen who was the actress I employed to play the role of the weird old lady (we didn't give her a name)said that she didn't even perceive there to be a problem so I don't know what Jill was worrying about really. It's weird because I kind of perceived this old lady to be something terrifying like the girl out of the ring, kind of straggley hair and all that where's as Karen obviously played her much more straight. Maybe it's Karen's fault that Jill got run over. Anyway it's lucky she didn't ring the RSPCA. I guess in a way it's lucky she's not working with us any more as well. Clearly a fucking liability. My only concern is that I only got one run through of the experiment which makes it completely useless. At least I have Jill's response recorded and the balloon she brought back with her. Fuck knows what I'm going to do with it though. Also annoyingly, we didn't get the video sorted out in time so it's just on a mp3 recording which. I'll find some use for it, I guess. Reverie's pissing me off as well (If you're reading this then yes I am doing as I promised and being honest). I mean, she doesn't seem to accept responsibility for getting on-board Jill in the first place. If she'd just kept her nose out then the whole thing would have just flopped and Jill wouldn't be lying there in hospital. Don't know what I'm going to do now, well I've got a few ideas but I need to make sure the next one doesn't kill somebody.