Rough Day.

Worst day ever, so wine and onesie are called for.

I was chasing three stories this morning, all three came to nothing. I had a door slammed in my face, and was told to fuck off. I was on the phone to all my contacts an hour after my shift was meant to finish, begging for stories. I had to turn around a pretty crap front page story in half an hour, at nearly 6pm.

I've missed campaigning, and spinning.

At least the A Team is on TV soon. Some Bradley Cooper is exactly what I need.