Having something of a panic attack problem, they keep turning up and I seem powerless to resist them. I suppose that's why they are called attacks, rather than 'visits' or 'just passing by's'.

Have spent most of my time avoiding work, the general public, and anything stimulating, from citrus fruit shower gel to the horoscope pages. It seems to help.

With this in mind, last night I was alone in the flat, keeping the volume on the telly to minimum and trying to keep blinking to the absolute minimum. So WHAT in the name of arse convinced me to watch Jeepers Creepers 2?

Stoopid teenagers trapped on a bus, being ritually terrorised by a huge black creepy man bat hybrid, which will occasionally punch a hole through the roof and pull one of their daft, screeching heads off. Honestly, I was so stiff with terror that you could have used me to measure carpets.