Here is so good, and possibly interesting, news.

I've sold the TV option to my book to Daybreak - Mentorn. This means that they can shop around the TV channels and try to persuade them that a TV series based on my book would be a good idea. The chances of this happening are incredibly slim, but one lives in hope.

But, I hear you ask, how does this tie in with the fact that my book and blog are under a Creative Commons license - surely anyone can film something based around my writing? This is true, the license that I use means that people may make derivative works, as long as it is not for profit.

By selling the option to make a 'for profit' TV programme I'm not removing any of the Creative Commons license. This is another great thing about a CC license, it doesn't remove any ability to sell my own work or stop me from letting people use my work for profit reasons.

So I'd like to thank Mentorn for accepting that the book is under a Creative Commons license and that they won't go suing people who make non-profit films.

And now I sit here with my fingers crossed.

Oh yes, and I also have a publisher in America as well - so there should be an American version of Blood, Sweat and Tea coming out later this year. I obviously hope that they want to fly me out there to do publicity. They also appreciate the CC license - more news on this later. And there may be a BBC Radio thing coming up - which would be fun.

Sometimes you have a run of jobs that just annoy. Take for instance the nursing home who just assumed that we would be happy taking two of their patients away. We did it anyway, but it was us doing them, and another crew being sent out of their area, a favour.

Later on in the night I took in a woman who's one year old has vomited. Once.

She rolled her eyes and pulled a face when I told her that we would be taking her to the nearest hospital (about half a mile away) rather than her local hospital of Basildon. Which, you know, isn't even in London.

Then both her and her husband both pulled a face and rolled their eyes when they realised that they wouldn't see a doctor 'immediately'.

Apparently it's all my fault. Most of the time this sort of thing rolls off me like water off a duck's back.

But then there are some days when it drives me potty.

Which means it's a good thing that we picked up the 'mad woman who pretends to be unconscious and sticks out her tongue' before these annoyances, otherwise I may not have been so charitable towards her.

(I tried posting something like this from my ambulance cab, but for some reason it never turned up).

Another young man has been shot, this time just down the road from my station. A bit earlier someone had been attacked with a machete. Sometimes Newham feels like a warzone.