Mutual upset with bus-driver. Scary football fans. Overcrowded trains. Bristol. Elegant badgers (and a Naked Johnny Depp). Talked printer woes, and more printer woes. Pete on t-shirts and in a leather jacket. Whore-talking with Sacha who had voodoo dolls! Failed to renew my fragile acquaintance with many, many people (off the top of my head, Garen, Hunt, Paul, Al, Tony). Saw Someone Else's inks over my pencils (and it was good). Failed to find (another) Paul, so much for that. Debra's new comic, small and pink and lovely and called Simple Love in Simple Times, aww. Iron dung-beetle. Catching up on the gossip from Terry (lovely American Girlfriend with big canvasses and customised Docs). Wow 24-hour comics from the Goodman Brothers! Pretty girls in drag with special sneers. That James Kochalka CD I'm lacking. Heat, airlessness. Lovely new Girly Comic with a pretty, pretty cover. Despairing toilets. Table hiding. Matchmakering, pointlessly. Beer. Brilliant monsters from Gavin (present) and Simon (absent). Food right now. Beating the streets of Bristol. Evening sun on the harbour. Swans that turned out to be buoys. Gathering inertia. Sinking sun. Jitters. Giving up and going home. Late trains. Scary football fans. Screeching hen party on the bus. Bed.