Dear Diary,

Now in the final fortnight leading to the general election. Somebody asked me the other day if I was feeling nervous...well, the stakes are high, moral is low, and he turned out to be from the Sun. Yet another tabloid fiasco. Gordy got jealous of me getting all the attention...not sure if I can trust him anymore. (I think he is trying to poison my tea). Cherie and I had an arguement the other night...ended up in the spare room again. Called the samaritons last night. Got through to childline by mistake...they were very sympathetic.

I often wonder if this journal will be published one day...along with the greats...Anne Frank...Ian Duncan-Smith...anyway, must close now.

Still missing George...why hast thou forsaken me?

Your friend,
Tony.