A rebel without a clue.

On the coach from Birmingham( National Express) to Sheffield the girl behind me is empty. All she cares about it a status upset. How she's afraid of falling out with some one who hasn't read the update who must be shit for brains. Talking talking. 2 hours nearly. I could take her phone and smash it into a million little pieces and her too. On the way to Leeds briefly, to see Ben at Piazza by Anthony in the Corn Exchange. And then back. My ear has vanished. Or so it seems. Not a happy circumstance really, but must plod on. Only 2 Commis chef roles: nothing for me there then. Shame. Keep trying. My grand-dad James Sherburn sent my father 5 woodbines for his 21st. When they arrived: he was in Korea(1954), they all fell to pieces as it took so long to arrive (the war was over). I find now that the fob and chain I'd always been led to believe was my great-grandad's was actually stolen by my father from an previous employer when he thought he wouldn't miss...

After a fantastic trip to Italy, Slovenia and Croatia, with its accompanying ups and downs, I returned to Wetherby to search for another catering related role. I insinuated myself to Jason and Kate's on Saturday night one week and one day after stepping from the plane at Birmingham International Airport. It always feels nice to be the oulde towne  after long self imposed exile - 5 months. I went out on Friday in the decreasingly unimportant pub-life of Wetherby (The town lost its monthly cattle market long ago and Thursday Market hasn't any greengrocers, but numerous clothing vendors); the night left me still in high spirits. On Saturday night I saw both  Richard and Jason, and went back to Jason and Katherine 's to watch the Rugby, drink wine (a  Cono Sur Pinot Noir  and a  Wolf Blass Yellow Label Shiraz ) and consume cheese (boring Morrison's Gruyere and lovely creamy Saint Agur ) It doesn't surprise me at all that I had another dreadful han...

I have a very small chin; I had no idea it was always under many Chinese chins! Met Manoj and he seems young and vibrant; he is waiting for the chef to come on shift before he leaves the guy in there alone: I can work unsupervised, definitely. He has a subtle Irish accent, but I guess he is Indian. Good first impression. 10 minutes and counting. Numbers plus high level of consistencies with food.

Strange day. Not really got into it even though I was up for 7:30am. Got to Cafe Rouge just on time. Vijay made me wait 15 minutes. He confessed that recently they've been quiet. So won't have enough hours regularly for me. Kept emphasising 20 hours. Not helpful and it sounds like they microwave everything and I really had trouble understanding his accent. Called Franco and will trial on Saturday from 9:30am. Sold my great-grandad's chain for £220. Enough to repay Paul. Called Berkeley Scott to get interview rescheduled for Tuesday. Will be better by then? Popped into Piazza @ Corn Exchange will see chef, Ben, tomorrow lunch. Come along to see Manoj earlier as don't know how long ibuprofen and coffee will keep this at bay? Waiting in the Lobby. Daniel Sherburn

Out for a dog walk on the Old Railway after a lot of rain. It's quite pleasant for 6th October. Snoops knows the drill. Bears shit in the woods and so does he. Lively puppy jumps up. Oh no you shouldn't do that. Nice and calm day no wind and very few people. Parkforce are at the triangle doing what except discussing dogs. And now we are over the top with him crazy stick and mud time. Daniel Sherburn

Mr Grimsdale.

I've been motivated since my arrival back in Wetherby, but I feel pretty crap physically today. I think it is amazing the amount of adrendelin I must've used in the past week since I frantically camped in Opatija and got back to the Wetherby from Trieste on Sunday afternoon/evening. I need to catch up with folks and properly float back into Wetherby. I am happy to be here actually. Makes a change to feel I can work locally and chill out without that thing I try to find in the places I've worked recently. I've been active on the job front and have already got an interview on Friday. I saw Franco at Sant' Angelo yesterday, but I had a deaf ear and I look a little ragged with my wispy thinning hair. I explained I'd had a tough time getting back home so excuse my appearence. I think it went well and I hope I can work there into the New Year and beyond; the amount that can be learnt from Italian chef must be huge. I've actually made only Italian style food si...