Currently watching a live concert from the Albert Hall on BBC2. Well, not really watching closely, but I can tell that it's happening. I'd forgotten the ridiculous length of time people applaud for at classical music concerts. On the occasions when I've attended such events in the past, I remember my hands hurting because of the velocity and rapidity with which I clap. And it's never because of any excessive enthusiasm I have towards the performance, it just always seems the right thing to do. I've developed a theory – sorry, that's ridiculous, let's say “i think” instead – that length of applause is proportional to the length of piece of music witnessed. It's almost as if people silently build up the urge to applaud while they're watching, and then it all spills out. I remember when I was in The Keatons when all our songs were about 1:30 – 2 minutes long, applause was scarce. But that might have been because we were shit.

Today I had a difficult 45 minute photo session for a national newspaper, while dressed stupidly. I don't know when the relevant issue comes out but I'll be sure to let everyone know, because I enjoy crowing excessively and arrogantly about my successes and moaning interminably about my failures.

I'm now going to eat out in Archway with lots of people I don't know. I will be timid and quiet and they won't know the true passion that burns within. So I'll have to tell them all sotto voce before I leave, instead, or write it down on HB pencil on a napkin.