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Suprised Squirrels last night by making him turn up at Clapham Junction. We went out for dinner then to see Jeremy Hardy at Battersea Arts Centre. Jeremy Hardy is a left-wing comic that we both like. So you know, lots of moaning. Which is what I came for England for innit.

Never been to the Battersea Arts Centre before. It's very nice in a slightly crusty but obviously much loved sort of way.

Currently reading: In the aeroplane over the sea, a 33⅓ book by Kim Cooper, which tells the story of how the awesome Neutral Milk Hotel album came to be.

It's also very small. I like very small books, that I can fit in my pocket. Very small book recommendations gratefully received.

It's been ages since I've been to see a band, but I went to see one last night, Witches, at The Dublin Castle in Camden.

Colour me all sorts of impressed. They are exactly the sort of music I like, reminding me much of quintessential NZ guitar bands like of The Bats, The Verlaines and Snapper, with occassional moments of The D4. All with added glockenspeil, trumpet and maraccas :D

Highly recommend you listen to some, especially if your name is matariki, mahurangi, maxinemogadon, von_da_bra...

Also they let you buy their CDs in Euros if you're too lazy to get your money changed after a Paris holiday, and have been carrying it around in your wallet for weeks.

The Corsica Arts Club is a great little venue in whited-out interconnected rooms under the railway arches at Elephant & Castle. Friday night's event was called Electric Storm. It featured free absinthe, cupcakes and cucumber sandwiches, a french performance artist interacting with animated projections and Trost, fronted by a woman in a dainty dress (left) who sang sensitive songs about heartbreak in a macabre cabaret style, holding a bottle of red wine in one hand and a hammer in the other. I love her.

I didn't really know what to wear, so I wore absinthe-coloured stockings and big crimson butterflies in my hair. Several people stopped me to complement my outfit, which didn't seem like much of an outfit to me as it wasn't made out of materials intended for furnishings and hadn't taken me several days. I guess the folk who tend to frequent the place don't dress up so much. How terribly sad for them.