It's time to say goodbye to my LA Diary but if the past 21 months have taught me anything, it's to believe in myself. And to always carry a spare roll of quarters.

My short film is now a play and my new best friend is a pop star...

LA diary: My 15 minutes with the Andy Warhol of Hollywood remind me that not everyone wants to be Michael Bay

LA diary: Who cares if Hollywood sinks into a decline during the global economic meltdown? I do. But the gloves are off

It's the Emmys and Hollywood wisdom says television, not film, is the place to be. But it's hard to turn your back on your first love

You couldn't make it up - and I swear, I haven't - but this is what happened when I relived the last 18 months of my life on one strange day in New York

Writing is not big and it's not clever - unless of course, you're Diablo Cody

Obama's gaze is fixed firmly on what's to come, but this week I've been stuck firmly in cinema past.

I never thought I'd find myself discussing the merits of the right penis-size for a porn film with Kevin Smith but that's the kind of guy he is ...

Abi and I screened our comedy short Beached before the public for the first time, at the AFI in Hollywood last weekend. Fortunately, they laughed

Four walls are overrated, thankfully this week I've got the crew of Beached and a new writing course to keep me warm...

I've handed over my house keys to an independent film-maker from Texas, while I have my first real holiday in years. Thankfully Steve McQueen's coming with me...

Even a small sketch revue stars comedy greats in this town - raise the bar any higher and I'm going to need an oxygen mask

Even a cringeworthy encounter with my hero Larry David can't curb my enthusiasm now that the Beached website is here ...

The inside of my mind is starting to resemble something out of The Matrix - it's clearly time to focus...

My first experience of the national pastime (featuring a guest appearance from Vince Vaughn), but elsewhere someone has spent $2m on a show about vomit: it's another typical week in LA

It's a weird world where a Sex and the City film is better than an Indiana Jones movie. Where's Frank Darabont when you need him?

My slow ascent up the Hollywood ladder continues but not without some help from The Jimmy Kimmel Show...