I woke at lunchtime, having failed to get up any sooner. I had been quite tired out from the weekend so far, so fair enough. I did my usual trick of going to B&Q. I bought various things I would need for my forthcoming DIY. I bought some fence spray so I could do my Reading fencing. This proved to be quite a messy job. I also bought some timber, including a bit of architrave to replace the bit I'd put up and didn't really like. I also returned some items that were either surplus or non-functioning, and I came back with some replacements for the naughty kitchen lights. Naughty lights. They'll go up when the kitchen has been repainted, which should be soon.

The various DIY tasks that followed took me to about the right time to head off for my gig. I headed off. I got some beers. I met a friend. We got some beers and watched the gig. The gig was pretty awful. The beers weren't really helping. Then I went on and had a pretty awful gig too, in terms of scripted material at least. The "ad libs" were quite effective. Such is life. Sexually harrassing my audience, apparently, is funny.

Home was via the chip shop. I'm a cheeky so and so with food right now and I'm sure I'll pay for it.

When I got home, my energy vapourised and I lay on the bed, unable to do anything more.