I am currently at Jo O London's place and she has insisted I write an entry while she takes a bath. As one must respect one's host's wishes (especially after you've imposed yourself on them with all of two hours' warning and kept them up til silly o'clock while you wander round Kentish Town, completely failing to remember where they live), here is an entry. Please excuse any insanity it may contain, as it's way past my bedtime.

On Friday night, I went to the punk Pit. It was not an unmitigated success, not helped by the fact that one of the bands that were meant to play there had a car crash on their way. They were all right, but, unsurprisingly, refrained from turning up. Nonetheless, Dan did acquire the most enormous marker pen, with which to draw straightedge crosses on people's hands. Honestly, such was the size of that pen that memories of it will remain imprinted on my mind forever. Sadly, it seems like the pen itself will also remain imprinted on my HANDS forever, and as it was blue, it looks like I've got really weird veins.

On Saturday, I wrote all day, from 9am to 1.30am. Today, I saw Enslaved and some other bands, including Vried, who I wasn't expecting to see there. They were good, as I'm sure you'll be utterly shocked and dismayed to discover.

Seemingly, it is impossible to write lengthy entries in this flat, as Jo is never a paragon of verbosity and I can't think of anything else to say now either. I hope this revelation brightens your day, or darkens it if you're a goth and prefer it dimmer. Bye bye!