Pizza and Strange Women

Fairly normal day, packing, getting ready, not realising the time, dashing out the station...
Cambridge to Kings Cross, all well. Usual confusion at the station finding Glen but soon out and walking up to a shop that sells 'Stop The War' t-shirts. I buy one, and a peace sign in funky black and sliver for my leather. The shop keeper talks for ages about stuffs, tries to con my bat brooch (no way!) bless ;-) We got out eventually, made it back to Glen's via shopping centre for pizza and food for party. Black scarf with silver music notation uncovers itself in a pile of scarves just after I'd given up trying to find one for the party. I buy it.
Home armed with pizza, very yummy, messy eater! ;-) Then make-up and out (late as always) to see Shock Headed Peters at the Spitz (fantastic little venue, I loved the sound.) As it was the bands didn't start till later so sat and chatted with Glen and various people. Several discretely famous people were there. A drunk woman made one too many difficult comments and I felt a little uncomfortable. the bands were great, despite a lack of rehearsal on the part of the last one. The singer of the first and second bands was a virtual carbon copy of the singer for the last band. She had a very distinctive voice something like Cerys Matthews (?)
Walked to Hackney from the venue (go us!) had tea and chatted till silly o'clock as usual...

Meat Eater?

More sleep.
More croissants.
Gap. So tired!
Out to buy CDs. I nearly fainted in Argos from exhaustion and the heat...
Home. Wrong CD's, Glen lent me some and burnt copies of Skellig's demo while I got ready.
Train to Archway, walk for ages in white satin boots.
Party uber alles! :-)
Glen had to go to work :-( I stayed and ate _lots_ felt weird, had a lot of meat as well as veggie stuffs. Think meat disagreed with me as I haven't had much for ages. May have just had too much...
Played demo, all seemed to like it, although its not really their sort of music. Clive has a copy and is going to nose around with it for me, which would be great :-)
had to go. Train chaos due to awful crash (on the line I always go home by now...)
Tottenham Hale. Breathe in.
I CAN SMELL THE RIVER!!!
I'd forgotten that part...
silly boys and girls on train. Boys good natured but monotonous joke, girls ask to stop, boys start insulting them, it all turns nasty, girl hits boy on way out. Much shouting and banging of windows and doors. Boys nearly start on me, but one of them has seen me laughing at both and thinks I'm OK. I feel sick and ask politely that they _don't_ think about lighting that cigarette (just cos I know it'll be the end of me and I don't want to have to make the carriage any more unpleasant...)
They start getting a little nasty but not too bad. My boots attract stroking and a rendition of 'what's new pussycat?' much to my amusement. then one of them sets off the fire extinguisher, all over a suit. Normally I would have thought it was a bit funny, especially as all the suit did was glare in a 'cornered hamster' sort of way...
But this was a little much so I went and sat in a recently vacated seat. The boys got off at Broxbourne.
*Phew*
Home, sleeplessness, net, sleep.