Harmonika.

• NotN: Jordan gets her end in.

Vagabonds last night was jolly good fun. Pics up already, please help fill in names. I paid for no drinks, having *pint*s donated by damerell (twice), barbedwirekiss, doubtfulace and two lovely photo victims. I got there around ten and left when everyone was thrown out. nyecamden came along for a few hours, though he has a firm rule to leave clubs when he's run out of patience with humans, whereas I can drunkenly bimble about forever. There was a gaggle of goths over from Paris (who had a lovely time); they have been told they need to show up every month.

Today has been quiet and hung over, modulo being dragged out of bed by Freda to play with her.

The screen on the Frankenstein's Toshiba has stopped working; I'll probably have to dismantle the actual LCD assembly to fix it (I think a power wire's broken). Good thing I've found the soldering iron and solder. We have a pile of old kit here we can live without — e.g. three old Macs (one G3, two G4) in perfect working order. Will swap for 9" netbook! Or most other reasonable or unreasonable offers to keep the eternal cycle of tech junkpiles in motion.

It's one year since our ancient ex-stray Tabs adopted us. He got a bowl of cream and an Angus beef sausage this evening.

This week I have a date penciled in with Nye and, here's hoping, more interviews. GIVE ME MONEY. Please.