For some reason the day was something of an anti-climax. I was in a stinker of a mood, adding tiredness to my illness didn't suit me. I was still nonplussed with my performance of the previous evening and even the fact that we were completing 11 months' work and releasing our efforts didn't seem to engender a good feeling in me in the office. I rather pissed on my colleagues' bonfires as they tried to be enthusiastic about the whole thing.

I left the office despondent and went home to pack for a weekend away. We were going down south to my girlfriend's folks' place. We were planning a trip to London the following day where she was due at a party and I was due to kill time in the city until it was time to pick her up - I reckoned on seeing a musical (or two) to do this.

During the packing, I got a call from the Manchester Comedy Store. They were quite happy with the gig I'd done and would be reporting back to London positively about it. I got a few technical notes from the guy who rang and it was good feedback that I should have been pleased with. I think I probably was.

We set off down south and made our way to Reading. We were in no rush and we didn't arrive too early.