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My ex-wife sent a text to my mother saying that I dragged the kids down the stairs and screamed in their face. That was her, not me. I can't prove that, though. I sent a screenshot to the court as evidence of her harassing my parents and defaming me. The police were round today to see if I...

Because I'm male and poor, basically.

Yeah. It's all just this business with the kids, you know? Everything else I can handle, but not this.

I don't think I'd be allowed to post a completely accurate answer to that.

Mal Reynolds: 'We're still flying.' Simon Tam: 'That’s not much.' Mal Reynolds: 'It’s enough.'

23,901 steps yesterday. I want to go for a run, but my special running shoes for my weird feet were among the things my landlord threw out. As were my weights. I just keep finding new things to be sad about.

Willow. I love that film. It has everything; a great soundtrack, epic story, a scoundrel who is actually a good guy at heart, a two-headed whatthef*ck and, last but not least, a heartrendingly beautiful redhead in armour. I'm watching a lot of fantasy just now. Fantasy is really the only genre...

I went to a local men's group this evening. It was a bit weird at first, but I might have a lead on a job to keep me from starving while I'm here.

Haaa, I'm not doing great When am I ever, right? I'm in a pub, drinking my day away because I can't stand the silence. I'm sitting at the bar. The table behind me had the turkey dinner. With Christmas crackers. They pulled them all at once. I was off the stool and on my feet with my hand at...

Pretty much what you'd expect something to smell like that lives in the sea and eats only fish. Awful.

You get complimented on the quality of your Thousand Yard Stare. 'Wow, man, that's a good one. You’re really going through it, huh?'

My first rescue, from my previous life

The biggest grey seal colony in the UK is in my old patch. I used to patrol there every so often just for fun. In my spare time I'm a medic with the BDMLR and this time of yearbis grey pupping season, so it's super busy. So many days spent with smelly, angry sea monsters in the back of my car...

Dating apps are garbage. At least in the pub you get out the house for a bit and there's no chance of her suddenly turning out to be ten years older and ten kilos heavier than she appeared when you walked in

Yeah, it costs a fortune and I can’t really afford it, but sitting at home alone drives me frantic.

Depends on the establishment and the crowd, I suppose. Pubs are the 'third space' that the internet always says no longer exists. Always a few people who just don't want to sit at home. In a good place, you'll be left alone unless you don't want to be. Edit: the next girl approached me, ate...

Yeah, I am double posting, but this place is keeping me from going doolally, so sue me. I spent most of today in a mental health charity centre crying my eyes out. Tonight, though? I'm in the pub flirting with anything that doesn’t get out of the way fast enough. The last one was going really...

She was very nice. We're Facebook friends now. Me being me, of course, I must confess to being a little disappointed to learn that she's married. To a woman. So definitely just friends.

I spent yesterday in hospital getting my neck looked at. I have no idea what will happen today.

All my favourite jumpers are missing. And my running shoes. So much is gone. My bloody TV, for a start, and almost all my clothes. One of the paramedics who took me in this morning is ex-army and wants to stay in touch to help me with adjusting to the world between contracts.

A nurse came in with a trolley and asked if I was hungry and which option I wanted. Then she handed to to me- I was up and on my feet- and I took it into my little room and ate it. Then she came back with a rice pudding and a cup of tea. I was pretty hungry, so I just wolfed it down...

Hospital mushroom stroganoff.

It was nice to see her. We're just friends. She didn't humiliate me over the letter, at least. Never mentioned it, though she seems to like me more. Maybe she respects what it took to write that? Who knows.

I won't be around by then. I have a war to get back to. I hope her hernia kills her in the slowest, most painful way. I'm still in contact with them by WhatsApp. I have told them what their egg donor has done. I will see to it that they will hate her as much as I do.

Basically, they already live with her, so it's less effort for the court to just go along with what she wants. I have new plans for tonight.