Three things (nearly)

I have three things to say today.

THING ONE: Last night's gig went not-too-badly, thanks for asking. I still think Stratford is a bit dodgy (and I'm not at all a snob - as you know, I'm a Bethnal Green girl). Still, Stratford has an air of menace where sometimes the threat of dying on stage feels like it might literally be the case that you could offend the wrong person and die on stage.

THING TWO: There was an interesting nutter on the Number 8 this morning. He wanted to know if the bus went to Victoria, to the passport office. Now I thought the passport office was in St James' Park, but my geography is rubbish, so I kept my mouth shut. He kept asking his question though, until someone told him it did go where he needed it to. He then said, "How far is it from the bus stop?" The helpful person told him it was about ten minutes' walk. The nutter asked, "Ten minutes' walk after I get off the bus?" No, moron, ten minutes of walking whilst you're still on the bus. He then launched into a tirade about how this country was doing his head in and he had to get away. I was pleased at the prospect of him emigrating, but wasn't sure that the ID he'd brought with him (apparently a hat and a sandwich) would be enough to secure his application.

THING THREE: Actually this shows me in too bad a light, so I've changed my mind. Just two things today. Sorry for any inconvenience.