Sunday 4 March 2012: There's no place like love.
In her sparkling Dorothy shoes, my friend called me at 11.pm.
She is completely pissed and utterly broken over a man she
is in love with. I have to go out into the darkest depths of Leith
to rescue her from a pub I've never even heard of.
There is no place more wonderful or inspiring than being loved.
There is nowhere more sunny or mirror that makes you more beautiful.
When your visa is revoked from that glorious land, it is worse
than you can possibly imagine. Waking up everyday knowing that
someone stopped loving you and decided you were no longer
worth their attention or care can crush your soul. It is a cold, cold place.
And you will never feel as ugly or undesirable.
I spent many hours last night trying to persuade a wonderful,
clever, beautiful woman that she is not worthless.
But why the fuck would she believe me? I am not the Wizard of Cock.
I came home off my face and demoralised.