an exclusion zone of madness

My birthday. Quite fun:
Went to the supermarket (OK, that bit wasn’t fun, per se, it’s not a hobby as such, supermarketry, but it needed to be done, so); home, chill, then went to have a drink with a couple of Metafilterians who were visiting London, then walked up to Chutneys of Drummond Street and ate copious Indian food with Haru.
After that we walked up to Islington, eventually located the 02 venue (which is sort of tucked away in the big shopping centre there), met Jacek and party, went to the pub and drank some very nice beer, named after Charles Darwin of all people, then back to the venu, met Mark and Sandra and Jacek and party again.
Long wait in the venue and eventually Adrian Belew and trio came on and played. Lots of loud fun, apart from one very distracted person in a blue anorak, a textbook case of someone with no personal presence whatsoever, who seemed to have an exclusion zone of madness around him. He attempted to engage Mr Belew in conversation for a bit, confusing him gently, and was replying to all the banter. He seemed to have the Difficult Person’s general impression that everything was about him.
Home, eat crisps and chocolate-covered ginger and watch Talking Heads live in Rome with Mr Belew from 1980 on YouTube. Go to bed a bit late.