In London, you're never more than four feet from someone who voted for Boris Johnson
If only I'd gone to the South Bank on Thursday, I'd have seen the awesome pregnant breakdancing - the best thing on the internets today. This afternoon was a marathon 4-hour walk with Coco while Rudy rested with flu. Tomorrow is his birthday and he'll be getting the customary birthday cheesecake which this time I've made properly with a whole container of cream cheese. Splurging on expensive vegan food before the collapse of capitalism. I'm organising a one-off gig as a combined party for us on 4 October which is my first birthday party since I can't remember when. Still a backline to organise, but I'm keeping calm about it all.

Last weekend I was in Paris, visited the Louvre and came back with a couple of French screamo 12" w00t. Belle Epoque's LP has an ace zine with essays about gender issues etc  and Hyacinth (on Stonehenge <3) with the most amazing coloured vinyl I've seen with one side screen printed.

My hard drive died the other week and I prob can't get stuff off it again. I've blocked out any thoughts/memories what was on there. Most likely a year from now I'll wake up in the middle of the night in horror remembering something I've lost that I really wish I hadn't. From now on, I'm backing up much more often. The zine was backed up at least, such as it is. No progress there at all. Before that's done, I've urgently got to write a chapter for a compilation book on straightedge for which my draft title is 'Straightedge means I have no friends'. Ian MacKaye might be interviewed for the book - I hope my subject matter doesn't upset him. Speaking of the man himself, I never mentioned that a couple of months ago Amy Farina gave birth to their firstborn - the Straightedge Jesus. Unfortunately, they named him Carmine, but I'm sure he's a charming child.

In other exciting news, Chris Bickel friended me on *ysp**e after I asked him to marry me.

The flyer for the party...