I realised yesterday, with great astonishment, that my friend Hugh Jones – brother of Charlie – lives in new cross. To be fair, C had mentioned it before, but yesterday with the aid of google maps I found out where new cross was: it’s practically within spitting distance of Charlton. I found a poster on Facebook concerning Hugh performing at a pub there, so I looked it up. I was kicking myself, as, if I’d seen it the day before, we could have gone to watch Hugh.

The reason I was looking Hugh up was, the night before, Lyn dan and I were talking about the music industry. Lyn is a musician, and a damn good one at that: she composes using her mac. She is really eager to make it in the music industry, so I suggested she meet Hugh, who now works for the ministry of sound. Now all I have to do is organise a way for them to meet, Lyn will get a record deal, and I’ll be rich! Easy!