Last night, after seeing Jenny onto the 19.06 to Brighton, I took a trip to Limehouse Town Hall for the LimeOMSK extravaganza, safe in the knowledge that she wouldn't be there to turn to me and say “god, what is this shit?” when confronted by a man taking 40 minutes to push a bunch of roses up his arse. I was therefore able to suppress any feelings of contempt for the guy, and applauded heartily as he exited the room, his trousers a bloodied mess (although I think it might have been red paint.)

Earlier while en route to the place, I took a moment to consider the bizarre collision of cultures that is the Docklands Light Railway, as I watched a group of about 8 extremely lairy Asian youths taunt mercilessly a couple of middle aged gentlemen wearing bow ties and dinner jackets.

Other things happened at LimeOMSK. The ever-magnificent Quartet Elektronische, now onto their third spelling in as many weeks, performed a brief but visceral set. There's no other band of their type who I watch with adrenaline levels up, rather than just sitting back and yawning, with a vague admiration for the technological aspects of the performance. QE communicate throughout with enormous gestures to kick off the next sequence of tumbling samples, bleeps and theme tunes from Black Beauty, and the magnificent spectacle was all duplicated, Milton Keynes Bowl-style, on an enormous screen at the back of the room.

and two pals regaled us with garbled selections from some Talking Heads album or other. Mr Bookish's performance rendered one middle aged woman at the back of the room helpless with laughter, although I stress it was respectful laughter.

Then there was a horse, feeding a bowlful of porridge to effigies of small animals attached to crosses, all in a setting of about 20-odd cut-up fur coats. Later, at the Talkaoke event in the basement, people were asked to comment on the horse. “It didn't work, for me,” said a man with a beard. How it couldn't have worked for anyone was beyond me. That horse's head (incidentally, identical to the one I had to wear while auditioning for the Sublime & Perfect Masters) just makes anyone look brilliant. TV has-beens like Paul Squire should look to relaunch their careers by doing their normal act while wearing one. They'd all get a new lease of life.

There were other things too, but now I have to take a guitar amp back to the shop because it doesn't work anymore. They don't make anything like they used to.