All night the undercurrent of my dreams was focused on leaky ceilings. The flat was empty last night with making his way to Glasgow for a job interview, and I arrived at work still highly troubled by the possibility that when I arrived home 's room would have been neatly converted into a Crayolaquarium. There was nothing to do at work, so I asked if I could go home to monitor the unfolding catastrophe. Yeah, take the day off, they said. Especially easy for them to say, considering they didn't have to pay me for it.

Anyway, got home, and predictably, there was a slightly damp window ledge. That was all. So various chores were done instead of the mopping out that I'd planned. In the post were two XTC cds I'd won on eBay, but more excitingly a video. I had ended up bidding about £12.50 for it, with p&p from the USA, and it was just a dubbed VHS with faded colour. But it was our French prog rock chums doing a staggering performance of the celebrated epic about zombies called “De Futura”, from a French TV show produced by Antoine de Caunes. I'd already seen a fragment of this on the net and it is terrifying; a hilariously intense performance intercut by meaningful images of seagulls and city skylines. They knew what they were doing in 1976, that's for sure.

After watching it I rang the freeholder of the property to find out what he was doing about my leaky ceiling. He told me that he had already written to me about it and put the phone down. Very helpful.

Wrote out more reams of music for people for the Free French gig on 17.12. Love doing that. Makes me feel like James Last or something.

Now off to the Boogaloo in Highgate for the 2nd pop/pub quiz of the week.

I hate lists of events and I resolve to be more interesting.