After a couple of false trips to London to attend gigs that never were this week, it was very lovely to take a very lovely friend to a very lovely gig where some very lovely friends were present to watch a very lovely headline act. Yes. I'm speaking in the positive for a change.

The whole of the evening's loveliness was set against a day which had its ups and downs, but didn't give me much more than a hurried toilet break and very little in terms of time to get appropriate nutrition. I was running below even "running on empty". I was very stressed and tired and not really jaunty, until the gig.

On the up side from the day there were highlights, including one interview I conducted which made me almost want to sing with pleasure. That's a good thing. I think it's most unprofessional of me to describe an interviewee as "he's a dude" but he was... a dude...

Anyway, a good post-work night out is pretty restorative. Shame, that the next day's work has to come around so soon. Still, the weekend is nearly upon us, and by us, I mean me.