Having injured myself with a saw (A DIY injury that I, quite sensibly, fixed with masking tape. Seriously. It worked too.) I had to have some down time where I wasn't doing anything too actively. A busman's holiday was in order, and I headed into London to watch a comedy show. It was a touring version of an Edinburgh Fringe show I hadn't seen last Fringe. I knew the performer, but bought the ticket without his knowledge, thinking he might be free to join me in the bar afterwards (or vice versa).

As it was, the show was excellent. I laughed loudly. As I'd texted him, he knew I'd be somewhere and he picked up exactly where by ear. Like a comedy bat. Also in the audience was another comedian with a loud laugh. We both laughed at places where the audience, in general didn't - comedians find other things funny. That's how it goes.

After the show there was much mixing in the bar. I know the performer's wife and also the girlfriend of the tour manager. A chat after the gig. That's nice, even when you've not performed.

Then they went for food and I went for home. I'm not a groupie or stalker. Not too much.

A good night out and a good show.