Day 1: Crowds cheering as I get hoisted up in the air - feel great!
Day 2: Can't wait to get out of here to tell people what a fantastic spiritual high this has given me.
Day 3: Feel as though all the studying into Tibetan monks has been justified.
Day 4: The solitude and my mental fight against hunger will only aid my endurance for future events.
Day 5: Will start my journal in earnest tomorrow.
Day 6: Don't want to rush things so will start my journal first thing tomorrow morning definitely.
Day 7: Slept in. Will start my journal tomorrow.
Day 8: Spiritual high seems to be fading.
Day 9: Bored.
Day 10: Could do with a shave.
Day 11: Wish I'd brought a pack of cards with me.
Day 12: Tower Bridge looks nice.
Day 13: Looked round the other side.
Day 14: Decided I prefer the view of Tower Bridge.
Day 15: Nights seem so long.
Day 16: Days seem long too.
Day 17: I'm sick of the sight of Tower Bridge.
Day 18: Tried to remember all the games I played at school.
Day 19: Beat myself 5-0 at Noughts & Crosses. I am the champion of the box!
Day 20: Won again at Noughts & Crosses! I play Nigel, my imaginary friend in the final tomorrow.
Day 21: Got beaten in the final by Nigel.
Day 22: I hate Nigel.
Day 23: Nigel sneaked out of the box in the middle of the night and has left a fresh turd in the corner.
Day 24: Nigel is a bastard.
Day 25: Tried a bit of Nigel's poo. Tasted horrible.
Day 26: Bit of a disturbed night, few people chucked eggs at my box.
Day 27: Feeling a bit peckish, tried to lick dried egg off outside of box.
Day 28: Saw my bird in the crowd outside. Really fancy a **** now, I wonder what semen tastes like?
Day 29: Managed to have a quick one off the wrist in between the drunks shouting at me. Feel quite full.
Day 30: Getting a bit smelly in here, had to jettison some pants out of the top. Bet they would've made a nice casserole.
Day 31: Had a dream about feasting at a banquet. Woke up with a pair of socks in my mouth.
Day 32: Started eating pages of my journal liberally coated in lip balm.
Day 33: Nigel's been back! All my wet wipes are missing. I can taste lemons.
Day 34: Woke up in the morning with my pen missing and blue ink round my mouth.
Day 35: Sauted a bit of rug and jumper in a pool of arse sweat - lovely.
Day 36: Starting to hallucinate, decide to take off all my clothes and push them out the top.
Day 37: Lot of people watching now, so hide behind Nigel - Ha! They can't see me now!
Day 38: Starting to have lewd feelings for Nigel, I have to fight it.
Day 39: I love Nigel.
Day 40: God spoke to me and told me that Nigel & I are legally wed, we shall consumate the marriage in the morning.
Day 41: Today's the big day! I can hear a lot of sirens and screaming, strange.

BBC News: London, today, the emaciated body of David Blaine was removed from the perspex box he has made his home for the last 6 weeks. He died from extreme exhaustion and loss of blood when he attempted to fornicate with the waste tube that had been used to expell his urine. His behaviour had become very bizarre of late, often shouting and screaming at the tube, then later caressing it. David Blaine was 38.

LMAO