When I am travelling I always buy the Evening Standard and do the crossword on the train. It takes up a little piece of my journey when my brain has to think in words. No colours. This week I bought my paper, settled on the train..and while flicking through to my crossword, found that someone had written a review about me and the gig I had done the previous night..they must have decided that that 12 million people might like to read about it. It made me smile..

Today I met a friend I've not seen for years for lunch. We talked and talked. I heard her stories and she heard mine. We followed the threads and sewed it together for ourselves..picking up where we left off 8 years ago..to today in our cafe. Only a few dropped stitches..we made a colourful tapestry. We went strolling and I bought flowers, cheese and jaffacakes before we said goodbye. I continued to walk..I took my feet on a journey with lots of steps around quiet streets..people smiling. Eye contact. The sun has no idea what affect he has. I had a quiet word..

On thursday night we rehearsed for our Dean Street gigs in September. I was in a studio between Yoko and Bernie Mac..eva katzler sandwich. Expensive.