I’m having a bit of difficulty with they sky if you must know.

In the morning I go into Walker to right a wrong that I committed just before christmas – damn these measurement systems and people’s desperate need for the correct numbers to be used. In retrospect, not only was this wrong, but it was spectacularly so. D’oh.

In the afternoon I return to Hare Business. I’m having a bit of difficulty with they sky if you must know.

In the evening I go along to the Borders in Islington to promote Plucked and The Secret Agent’s Dream which they call shhh, quite understandably and it’s entirely my fault. A full account may be read here.

After the gig I buy The Power to Believe (the new King Crimson album), and Grayfolded, an epic take on a quarter of a century of the Greatful Dead’s track Dark Star by the plunderphonicist John Oswald. So I go into a shop to promote CDs, sell none, but buy two. D’oh!

After that Ben, Terry, Denise and I retire to the New Culture Revolution where I proceed to eat two main courses (because I am not only greedy but also hungry, although I probably ought simply to have got a larger main course in the first place) and chat. T&D give me a lift home.