Friday 30th of March, 2001
Ben calls about maybe going over to see him this evening. In the event I decide to stay in and try to finish the Nick cover - it's taking longer than I though it would.
Someone calls me saying they have got my number from someone called Julia (?) and that they would like a gig. What, just like that? It transpires (several times during the conversation) that he is just arrived in London. Well, fine, I suppose. I do clubs so that I can book people I've seen and like. What I say is that I only book people that I've seen play. He finds this somewhat mystifying, I think. I've booked up completely so that I don't have to talk to people who want gigs. That may sound hard-hearted, but please be aware that I do try to get out to open-mikes wherever possible, where anybody interesting will already be playing. I'll book them there. Possibly on the spot. It's been known. Whenever I've given in to the blandishments of a cold caller it's been a disaster. An even bigger disaster than usual.
So I gave him my mobile number. Altogether now: Doh!
My Pratchett addiction has now moved on to encompass Carpe Jugulum (which I have just finished), and Maskerade (which I have just begun).