Hello. Right.

Just had a power nap to stave off bloats caused by a Thai green curry and have woken up feeling ‘antsy’. In hindsight it was a terrible breakfast choice, especially considering I paired it with a side of wobbly scrambled eggs… and chasing it with a Solero was total lunacy.

It’s comfort eating. I can’t handle the pressure. It’s this vote on curbing food speculation. I’ll be honest the whole thing just makes me want to bury my head in a large bowl of trifle. I’ve also been bingeing on sponge fingers. Not even some vigorous ‘Hammertime’ at the dance studio seems to help.

It’s actually beginning to become a serious problem. I’ve been making absolutely terrible food decisions in restaurants. Last night at the MPs Bistro, I ordered salt gammon with capers on a bed of crackers. My mouth was like a desert, even with the espresso.

Tonight I’m meeting some bankers to discuss food speculation question. Yikes! I like being lobbied, but until I get my ordering back on track, it’s a minefield. We’re going to a posh meat place that also does shakes and I can’t risk ending up with a lamb smoothie. I’ll be a laughing stock.

I’m not sure all this filming and blogging and tweeting is helpful. I feel like I’m George multiplied and God knows one of me is enough! So I’m going to hang up my blogging boots for now to give the matter of food speculation some serious thought.

Please continue to send me your views on food speculation using the email form on this page, if I get enough it may help me decide to do the right thing. But please stop sending me ‘protest’ pies in the post. My FT is covered in gravy.

I can’t help myself.

Your big hungry chancellor George (Osborne)