Drinking is great. Drinking is really great. It's relaxing, chills you out, gives you confidence. It does for me, anyway. Evenings with people I don't really know are improved after a few drinks when pretence disappears and we're all laughing and can finally have a good time. Talking shit, pretending we know more than Gordon Brown and telling knob jokes. Social lubricant, someone's probably called it. With depression, life is like a shit hungover Sunday morning where it's raining outside and there's only the Hollyoaks omnibus on the telly. You don't want to do anything, get up, move about or be bothered. All the time. Alcohol eases that. Your mood doesn't improve - ...

In a couple of weeks, we all get to play the hilarious Sunday morning game of "is it actually 9am, or really 10am?", as the clocks go back. Or forward. In the olden days it was fine, you just rolled around the house switching clocks around as you need to. Now though, in this horrendous digital age of the future, the first stage of the Skynet revolution has taken place. The clocks know. They know it's winter and that they need to change time, so some of them will do it for you. But not all of them. So the entertainment continues as we try to figure out if our mobiles are lying to ...