Tracking.

This is exactly what my eyes felt like as I left the M5 this evening. Three-and-a-half hours sleep last night and an eighteen-hour day today that included two (two!) cheeky threats of legal action.

Tomorrow will be even more of a shitstorm. Thursday worse than that. And so on. Keeping on eye looking over my shoulder for the black dog - I can smell the fucker.

Fortunately to see me through the final hour today is a documentary on Freddie Mercury. What a man he was and so sad he's not around now.