Following last night's somewhat harried teching of the sketch show, tonight was a corker. In fact, I used my special technique of packing too much into an evening and bloody well got away with it. I know. How the hell did that happen!? Here's the evening.

I finished work at 6ish and drove back to Reading in thickish traffic. I changed, packed my rucksack and cycled over to a friend's house. She was coming along to the sketch show with me. However, I then proceeded to leave my bike at hers, get driven into town and go for dinner at Nandos. We entered Nandos around 7pm. The show was at 9.30pm in London. I had to be there for 9.

After some succulent chicken, we headed to the station, took a train, got slightly delayed, didn't care, walked to the venue and arrived relaxed, in plenty of time to do the show.

The show then took place and, with a few changes given to me by email and just plonked into my memory, I teched it to the best of my ability. I felt the show went well. My friend enjoyed it. It all fell to hand and I think the performers did very well indeed. I'm proud, as always to be associated with them.

Then straight back on the transport network, with a few dietary no-nos committed, taxi back to my friend's place and then the bike home. A busy night all in. A cracking night.

A series of discrete tasks, completed under some pressure, but achievable, that's what today was about. The success was palpable.