Day three, week two

Spent last night leaning against the bar in the New Cross Inn. We calculated that we were probably the fifth and sixth most elderly people there, and while I'd made the effort with the rock chick dress, it ended up being teamed with lesbian sandals.

I spent the evening leaning on the bar, trying not to look like the drummer's mother. Gins were taken, cigarettes were smoked, though I took Maria's lead and only lit up when she did. About eight. It may sound pathetic, but to me, it's progress.

the first band were www.myspace.com/popularworkshop - boys with thrash, the other was Nebraska, whose myspace address is forgettable, since someone had bagged the US state. The lead singer thinks he's Morrissey. They were good. We arrived after the blah blah blahs but I like the name. I got tickets to see the Yeah Yeah Yeahs last year, on the strength of their name.

Ended up talking to people who seemed like cool band types, and turned out to be teachers who gave out about the state of the last Year seven intake. Yikes.

After getting up late, I had a long call from Emmanuel, moaning about his charlatan excuse for an architect. We agreed to get drunk soon. Off to meet two girlfriends from way back. Neither smoke. I should be okay.