I didn't leave the house yesterday until about 6pm, midway through Timothy's hammering of Mark P'USSIS. I'd spent the day trying to locate the London PR for this hotel, being passed from person to person until I was assured by a man in Zürich that, although it was his first day working for the company, he would ensure that I received a response ASAP. As soon as possible is never soon enough, and while I waited I read up about Singapore. It's illegal to leave a toilet unflushed, apparently. We've all had occasions when one flush hasn't been enough, so I wondered whether the law worded it as such, specifying, I dunno, that a poo must not be left in a loo. The Poo Must Not Be Left In Loo Act 1957. I know a few people who'd be looking at long stretches in chokey if the law ever came into force over here. Mm. Persistent offenders. Scum.

The Resonance show was cancelled, so, forgetting that I might have had the chance to go and see Toto with , I got a bus to Clapham Junction. After two stops, the driver announced loudly that she needed to go to the toilet, picked up her cash box and strode off the bus. The passengers looked at each other. Some, including me, disembarked, hoping to find a bus that was driven by someone who could control their bladder a little better. I failed to find alternative transport, and 5 minutes later she returned. I got back on the bus, but my Oyster card double beeped. Error. “Oi!” she said. “Come back here!” “Yes?” I said, politely. “It's not accepting it.” “I know,” I replied, “I got on the bus 2 stops ago, if you remember, so it's bound to reject it.” “Well then you've got to pay.” “No, you don't understand, I got off the bus because you needed to go to the toilet. Now I'm getting back on.” “Yeah, but it's not taking your card.” “Well, it won't, will it? People generally don't get on the same bus twice within 10 minutes. I had to, because you decided to go to the toilet.” “Yeah, so you've got to pay, or get off the bus.” “Look, this” (I waved the Oyster card, here) “is a 1 month travelcard, and I'm not paying a pound fine because you can't get it into your skull what's happened here.” She didn't like that. I got off the bus, fuming. You can't argue with a bus driver, especially a stupid one. You're always going to have to get off before they do. They drive the thing, you see.