Nothing tonight really went quite right. It started ok with leaving the office with a sense of having achieved something. Then the traffic delayed me by an extra 20 minutes or so. Then Homebase and Tesco were fine, but nothing to write home about - no point writing home anyway: I live alone.

At home, noone had written, and I had time to pack up for my gig, notice one of the lights wasn't working in the new bathroom and then go to the gig.

The gig went exceedingly poorly. A combination of a lack of interest from the crowd, a poor PA and, most importantly, an off-form me, though I did throw in a lot of material for them to ignore, and some vaguely witty asides.

Then home. The shower was a bit wetter than planned and I'd stayed at the gig longer than planned, so there was no DIY beforehand.

Tomorrow can only improve on today.