And then we went by Pressure Point, because Robots in Disguise were playing, but we didn't really think the Boosh would be there. But Vince was stood in the doorway!! I ran across the road without looking and nearly got hit by a bus, which got his attention at any rate. I then got a photo, a kiss on the lips(!) and a high that I think I'm still coming down from. Except Elliot dropped my camera, so I may have an additional photo of his foot, or no photos at all. This is too horrible to contemplate.

We then managed to worm our way into the gig and saw Howard Moon, Bob Fossil (who nobody actually seemed to recognise) Naboo and, the Robots, who to my great disappointment were really good. The little fat one is vicious though, she pushed two girls off the stage when they tried to clamber up there after Howard 'where are you bitches going? Keep your hand off my boyfriend!'. It's fairly obvious that Noel is her boyfriend, they were practically dry humping on stage. But I'm over it. I've lived the dream. He doesn't look so good up close. His girlfriend could take me without even putting her guitar down.

We then went back to Elliot's, and formed an inappropriate massage chain. Cath (sister) massaging Elliot, and Elliot massaging me, sat between his legs. Then she went to bed, and Elliot went to make a move, so I made my (poor) excuses, lots of over-dramatic yawning etc. and exited stage right, very confused. He's my mate, we get on really well and he's had such a rough time of it lately (his mum comitted suicide last year). But that's not really an reason to get hot and heavy on his sagging sofa, it's lucky I didn't have enough to drink, or things could have got very messy. In the words of the Hitcher 'you slag'.