Somehow today went swimmingly aswell, despite waking up later than yesterday, having felt the effects of an unusual succession of two drunken evenings. Also, I managed to survive the 405 mile trip home. Not sure how. Actually, I know.

I woke up, missing breakfast, checked out of the hotel and drove to a Starbucks near The Stand comedy club. There was my surrogate breakfast. Then I went to Fopp, which I thought had gone out of business, but was back in business, stealing my money and replacing it with shiny discs. I bought enough entertainment to last well over my trip home, even though I'd anticipated an 8 hour stretch in the car.

Then I met a friend and we watched the free lunchtime improvisation show that plays at The Stand every Sunday. Brilliant fun. A friend of mine was in the cast too, which was good to see. We laughed. I felt good.

Then my show-watching friend and I got some Subway and I was dispatched from the city at around 4.30. So, I'd sort of had another day in the city - not an evening (nor really much of a morning) but it felt like I'd done a Sunday there.

The journey only took 7 hours home. This was punctuated by various CDs, soundtracks and one stop - only one (I'm proud of my bladder). I'd be lying if I said I didn't stay in touch with various friends by mobile means while en route, but discretion prevents me from explaining how or whether I was road-legal doing that. I do have a handsfree kit, mind.

So there. A feelgood weekend. Marvellous.