So. Monday night was me moaning and feeling sorry for myself Tuesday night was me moaning and feeling sorry for myself, punctuated by something uninteresting involving geese. Wednesday night was me moaning about Jazz and feeling sorry for myself. And last night was me eating lots of food. Journal updated OK. Er...I don’t remember Monday, which simply means it’s folded into the compression of my mind. Nothing new. So I probably ate food, sat at home and chatted online. Which is what I did. Sal had the foresight to forget to eat most of his pizza and so I got to reheat it for dinner. I’m sooo classy. Discovered that the Patty Winters Show was playing Shoreditch Tuesday night and therefore I might actually make a gig that Tom’s playing in...so informed him of this fact and went to bed. At about 2am. Ooopsie So Tuesday was a long crappy day at work (8pm finish - man I wish I got overtime sometimes). Biked to SMITF to find the crypt shuts at 8 and that they were just kicking people out. So I was unable to purchase jazz tickets for Wednesday night. Helpfully I was told to order them over the phone or online. I say helpfully, because each online/phone booking incurs a 1.50ukp booking fee, and as the tickets were 3ukp each that’d mean paying 15 ukp for tickets and half that again just to book them. Madness. Biked home to drop my bits off, having got a little lost somewhere along a canal (I *might* have gone the wrong direction a little, but hey, canals don’t have streetlights. Cycling in the dark next to deep black water at high speed when you can’t see in front of you very well should be classed as an extreme sport. It’s great fun ) ...and a cycle back to the Ditch in Shoreditch. Was fun, Patty Winters Show are a fab band who will go far I reckon. “Although you may find it hard to believe from tonight’s performance, we’ve released a single. This is it” shouted Tom over the heads of tens of fans. Not sure about the wallpaper at the back of the stage tho. Headed off home almost immediately they finished via waving at Tom and vaguely arranging to get drunk sometime together (tricky, considering I don’t drink). Wasn’t sure how much of my bike’d be left upon leaving but thankfully it was all intact. I think it’s sulking at me a little though for abandoning it and tying it to a lamppost for an hour, as it keeps squeaking now. Wednesday was work work work and then dash off to meet João who I’d convinced to come watch Jazz. I say convinced, I said “Off to watch a jazz gig tonight” “Sounds fun” “Wanna come?” “Sure”. He was bored within the first 30 minutes. And started making paper aeroplanes out of tickets, cards and napkins. Bless. Kocoa Brown was fab but needs to learn mic control better. The sound mix was a bit shite too, but then again, it could just have been because we were sat in a corner miles from her. Keyboard needed to be up, she needed to be gagged. A bit anyways... Played some old classics and some of her own numbers (I think anyways, I didn’t recognise them). In places her voice was reminiscant of Sarah Vaugn (Lullaby in Birdland) and in other songs vocally she reminded me of Rita Coolidge (Fever). Band were tight and generally good, but the solos did tend to go on a bit. Then again, they tend to in jazz. Heh. Poor João... Left there at 10ish and told Dom that we should give J the horn. So wandered over the bridge and sat on some glowing boxes for a bit. I think Dom got the Horn, don’t remember. I got a second violin. Think João got the horn too... Everyone wandered back to their respective homes, João moaned a bit about being fat and then we went to Burger King. Snigger. Got the bus back and arrived home at just after 11. Mogs was out being a lush at the Swan so we watched Ultraviolet then slept. At about 2:30am. Bah. Woken by mogs and pigeons at 6am too. So eventually staggered out of bed and headed to work after giving João instructions<