Last night used up the last two journeys on my coach card to London to visit my lovely sister. At the moment, she has red hair and I have green. Together, we look like 3D glasses. She uses me as an excuse to visit an acoustic night in Putney, as I like music. Hmm. But I'm not really here for the music (antifolk is about the only "acoustic" stuff I enjoy) I instead use it as a sort of life-drawing-with-too-many-clothes session (they have tables). Between sessions (they have a strict 3-songs-only rule, one of the best things about the night) somebody leaned over and accused me of stealing lyrics. To be fair, I had written some words next to the hobbit-mopped singy-boy who had raised titters earlier by almost swearing ... but they only said, "repeat the last line and strum". It was really too hot for going out, anyway; it didn't look like there was anyone else there who didn't know the artists.
In addition to the artist sketches, I also scripted a weekly strip called "to-do list for acoustic night". It's missing the final panel, but as Damian pointed out this morning, that's kind of apt.
Irrelevant aside: I wonder if there were lesbian dinosaurs.
Celebrity watch: Dogs need gardens too.
Bad news: Beta Band to Split.
Mood of google: I have to pay for filing fee every time I renew my work permit, I Just Can’t Sleep!!