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.