It's a drag when you go to see a film and suspect that the person you're with isn't enjoying it. Hey ho. Just saw "The Squid and the Whale", which shows a middle-class family breaking up. It's set in the eighties, and the older of the two sons is an awkward git about the same age as me, so there's a superficial resemblance at least. The parents, the father in particular, are archetypal baby-boomers- self-absorbed, over-intellectual. What he passes off as honest "rapping" is just self-indulgent twaddle. That's where it diverges from my experience. I never wanted for anything, emotionally or materially. Didn't stop me doing me doing the whole rebel bit, which I often still feel like I haven't grown out of. Suppose that events just come along and slap you out of those sorts of mindsets.

If all goes well, the latest Photoshop doodle should be here- another old one enhanced with the Devil's technology. I know that Iggy Pop is a little more musclebound these days, but he's remarkably unchanged in every other respect.

Great weekend with friends around here on Saturday night. Tonight's music is Bill Evans and Jim Hall again- "Undercurrents". Dreamy jazz guitar as it should be, and sublime piano.

Thank God for "Scrubs". Even when you feel as abject as I did by last night it can always put a smile on my face. Thanks to my divine colleague Vani for the loan of Series 3.

Stinking hangover today, cured by coffee at the Trockel and Ullmann cafe on Downing Street. Lovely place, why is it closed so often ? Looking forward to having a few mates around next week and then playing in Yorkshire the week after.

Current contender for best opening verses of all time, from "Calling It Quits", by Aimee Mann-

He's a serious master
shake his hand and he'll twist your arm
With Monopoly money
we'll be buying the funny farm

So I'll do flips
and get paid in chips
froma diamond as big as the Ritz
then I'm calling it quits

No idea what she's on about, but it's just great, and continues to be for several more verses.

I was back in my old neighbourhood of Mill Road in Cambridge, and I must say I miss it. There are loads of shops to browse in, places to buy your food where the staff smile and don't appear to hate you/their jobs. Met about 4 people that I knew and chatted about the price of cheese. Then back to Arbury/King's Hedges, where there is fuck all apart from road, one pub that I would consider drinking in, and the default facial expression is the scowl. Hey ho, the realities of the housing market dictate that this is my home now.

Been listening to Neil Young all evening, and thought I recognized the guitar sound-then realized it was the sound of my new Gretsch, what I bought partly because Neil played one. It's sweet, but it growls. Fenders are such pussies by comparison, they put up no fight whatsoever. Isn't she lovely ?

Utterly knackered again, though if I had got slightly less pissed after playing at a mate's Dad's birthday the other night I suppose I would attract a little more sympathy. Also played at APU last night- 20 minutes to try and get the attention of an indifferent crowd, armed with a malfunctioning guitar. Not good.

Nothing profound to say I'm afraid. Been listening to Bill Evans, now the Stones, by way of contrast. Any women out there who resemble Kate Winslet and share my interests in musical obscurantism and caricature are welcome to accompany me to a quiet drinking establishment some time. Don't all mail at once, mind you, we don't want the site to crash.