I’m working in Docklands, today. I just went for a walk around Canary Wharf, watching the latest financial data scrolling across the side of the Reuters building before trying to find somewhere that would sell me a sandwich and a can of pop for less than a fiver. The shopping arcades were full of people on their lunch break, twittering on about their plans for the bank holiday weekend – one woman was going to Spain, for gods sake. I’m going to a barbecue in Dalston. How about that for a contrasting carbon footprint. (This is assuming that my host doesn’t burn the sausages.)

I’m not given to philosophising, much, but the fact that I’d been up since 6.30am suddenly made me sit down on a lump of fake marble next to a rubber plant outside a sushi bar and wonder what the hell it’s all about. By which I mean capitalism. For 30 seconds my head swam with the utter pointlessness of it all. For the last 15 seconds of that I actually considered mounting a 1-man anarchist revolution, but then I remembered my lovely Pret A Manger ham’n'egg bloomer and the fact that if I went back and worked the rest of the day in a big office block at South Quay I could buy as many Pret A Manger ham’n'egg bloomers as I wanted. Phew. That was close. Now, I feel welcomed back into the bosom of the world of work. Hopefully I won’t have another philosophical moment for a bit, unless I get drunk and start looking at the night sky, which is always dangerous for my mental health.

The Schema’s YouTube video saga: I’m almost getting blasé about it, now. Now that the thrill of yesterday’s chart campaign is over – at 6pm last night it finally became the most-watched music video in the WORLD over the previous 24 hours – I’m just watching the figures rack up, and they no longer mean anything at all. It currently stands at 144,519 views, although that does include someone who left a comment saying “Only AIDS-infested faggots would post something like this”, which is a bit unfair to alexdecampi, which is probably why she marked it as spam, I guess. It’s just been put in the b3ta.com newsletter, so I’m guessing the figures will go up a bit more, now. Also, garageband.com sent me an email advising me that the song would be their “Alternative Pop Song Of The Day” next Wednesday, which will mean that, er, about 23 earnest people in slightly crap bands will be added to my unofficial listening figures. Some of the reviews I’ve got there are hilarious. One of them pays huge compliments to the female singer. Bloody cheek.