Went to Camden last night to see a stand up talking about deprivation in the tiny Etcetera Theatre, which was fairly humorous, at some parts quite disturbing, especially the fisting part. Ahem.

We then had a slight jam session with some dodgy buskers who could not play guitar.

Camden is full of phonies.

(I wonder whether anyone will get that reference)

Today is the first day in about three weeks I have sat at home, not going somewhere, not doing something. It feels strange, yet, I feel quite accomplished after all I've got up to recently.