Got in at 1.30am last night and then slept badly due to Edward running up and down the stairs as he'd convinced himself there were foxes in the garden. There were 6 amateur strippers last night at the Swan including a ridiculously hairy Israeli, a pencil thin deaf dwarf, a yank kid who looked like a brit lezza, a rat faced council chav in a white track suit and shockingly stained underwear and a drunk 60 year old Simon Callow look alike. You couldn't make it up could you. The hairy assed Israeli won. If you'd put last nights show on stage at The National Theatre and told everyone it was written by Mark Ravenhill it would be hailed as a triumphant critique of 21st century homo culture. So don't.
I bought chinese for lunch today and every item in my 4 items, a spring roll and a can of pop for £4.50 deal tasted the same. Bought the NME, Time Out and Uncut on the way back to work and spent the afternoon flicking through them while flossing chicken and pineapple from between my teef. I drew Holland in the World Cup sweepstake. I still don't have the Hot Chip album you know.