I got in from work at 10:00pm last night cos I had to go to Manchester to do a talk. It’s much less glamorous that it sounds, you just spend ages on trains and then go to a room above a pub and come back. Like, maybe if it’s nearer home you get a chance to nose around town and all that and maybe check out some charity shops and so on, but not yesterday.

So I bunked off this morning and wandered around town. London’s amazing when everyone’s at work, isn’t it? I even saw Woody Allen with full camera crew half way down Charing Cross Road!

I had “White Man In Hammersmith Palais” on my headphones and the sun was shining, and y’know – it’s all alright, isn’t it?