Just got back from seeing John. He filled out the forms for me and I have to go to the Job Centre next week and give them to a personal advisor. I was only there 20 minutes.

John's (by the way, he looks like he could be Dave Grohl's brother) just rang again. He's rang DWP and said he wanted to complain about how they've treated me and they said that I now don't have to go to the personal advisor and those forms don't need to be filled in. He said that they'll send him a form, he'll complete it, send it to me, I'll sign it, send it back to them and maybe, just fucking maybe I can get what i'm owed at last!

I'm beginning to look like something that belongs in the 70's - I need a haircut.