Gutten morgen mein Dame, Dr Sluets will see you now...
Watch out for the Christmas special, ‘The Two Johnnys’
Dear Diary,
So this is it. The half way point. It's been a blast, I reckon by now I'm more pint than man. I found a drawing of a massive John Thomas that had just shot his Baileys all over his balls. Speaking of which, Pete's starting to get weird. I woke up last night with his finger in me mouth. When I went to make a noise he just put his finger to his lips and shushed me before making a fist. I'm starting to think I might have to start sleeping in the Jacks with the door locked. I'm starting to get away with more on stage though and last night a nice lady smiled at me. It made me feel a fuzzy feeling and Little John almost popped out of his Robin Hood. I'll have to go now because we're setting off to Berlin tomorrow and I want to be up nice and early to go shopping for some new leather stretch pants.
Nice to see you, to see you nice!
Dr Johny