This Is The Most Important Coffee Of My Life

Modern Chinese Lit. revision begins in earnest today. I'm reading up on my literary theory.

Today's celebrity sighting: surrealist comic Noel Fielding, walking down Chapel Market on the phone, with his crazy Noel Fielding hair and voice.

Met up with Marcus and Tom Jett last night. Becky and Matt were around too, but did their usual schtick of leaving early to get a train. Me and Marcus decided to make it a joint birthday drinks thing, hitting the Elbow Room on Old Street for one. We then headed out, and eventually ended up in Plastic People. In between, however, we needed to procure some cash, only to discover that there are NO GODDAMNED CASH MACHINES in Old Street. A couple of cops directed us to a Texaco garage, where we got our money and beat a hasty retreat. Some woman was fighting a tramp on the forecourt, a fact we reported to the next rozzers who happened by.

Plastic People was retro, cool and (on the dance floor) almost pitch black. Very nice. On the way home, Marcus struck up conversation with a couple of passing meatheads, whom we then had to evade through trickery and an excuse from Eike's brother, in order to avoid inciting their primitive rage. We also failed to get sandwiches before going to sleep, but never mind.