Friday

There are two elements to today.

1/ I am in Westfield buying provisions for a weekend at Glastonbury. This includes an extra camera battery and a memory stick from the Sony shop.

2/ I am standing on Wood Lane and someone on a bicycle (in a blue hoody) rides past and snatches the Sony shopping bag which contains the camera provisions and the ticket for Glastonbury. That now means that I can't go.

I have been looking forward to it for ages.

You try and do nice things in life and all that happens is a big white refuse truck reverses to dump a whole load of fucking shit on your head.

You're going to have to talk amongst yourselves for a while. I just can't be fucked.