i was suppoosed to write this last night, but i will condese to the bare facts in bullet form:

• strimpelarama - yesterday's times, T2 p.7 if you have a copy handy, or just boogle your eyes and emmit a low groan.
• networking drinks in brick lane environs. all perfectly fine except that i could only communicate via 80s style stand-up rants ("don't you hate it when.....") and not so many people turned up.
  
• i spent over an hour trying to remember phil ochs' name on the train coming home whilst a drunken dutchman shouted around me.

i am reduced to cooking food and walking about, so if we meet up soon try and keep me in a place which is not a kitchen and maybe you will get a nice surprise.