Good night out, though.

Up. Kind of. Dither.

In the afternoon – much later than I thought I would be – I go to Hachette to do more scanning, and in the evening to the Cavendish Arms to see Wayter, and other bands. The second band are pretty good. The last band less so. I miss the third band. Good night out, though.

Home. Food. Watch Sin City, because it is, inexplicably, there.