I awoke and had a very slow rise from the bed. I had Andrew Lloyd Webber tunes running round my head, though, bizarrely, not the ones from the previous evening's show - ones from some of his other shows, which he'd clearly borrowed from (can you plagiarise your own work) for this new show. Very little of the previous evening's music had remained in my head for some reason.

Anyway, with a woozy head, I had a shave and shower. My fuzziness of brain was matched only by my fuzziness of face, having not shaved in about 10 days. The shaving is hard at that length without the use of electric clippers to trim the beard first.

After I was clean and clean shaven, we left the hotel and headed for Leicester Square for some lunch. Actually, we wanted to go to Covent Garden, but Leicester Square is nearest on the tube without changing. We found a neat Australian-dominated cafe-bar called Belushi's and had something pleasant to eat. Then we set off back to Reading.

In Reading we stocked up with some supplies for a night in front of a DVD and then spent a night in front of a DVD. Memento. This movie really caught my imagination and I've spent a lot of time, since watching it, looking it up on the internet and trying to find out more about it. Everyone in the movie is an unreliable source of information about the true goings on. In fact, there is no single interpretation of the overall story... which is frustrating and entertaining too. Good movie.

Sleep came next and was interrupted only by the presence of a cat on my chest. It was lying there comfortable and purring, waking me occasionally with an accidental/playful/malicious dig of its claws. Nothing actually injured, just slight discomfort. Did the cat know?