London kills me

Jessica is very kindly treating me to a day of music in London.

We’re going to hear a few different performances ranging from the dodgy-sounding “Lost music of the Gaels” to the great Howard Shore score for “The Lord Of The Rings”.

This will all be happening next Sunday. Hopefully by then the tube will be back to normal and we won’t experience anything quite like Robyn’s recent odyssey:

“No one in my carriage batted an eyelid until there was another crack, our train jolted forward a couple of inches and our driver announced, “I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but we appear to have argh-“, at which point I surmised that Cthulhu himself was upon us and set about making a mental inventory of my achievements and piecing together the snatches of Catholic doctrine I could remember from my childhood.”

Have you published a response to this? :

Previously on this day

18 years ago I wrote The bleat, the pretzel and the president

One of my all-time favourite websites is, home to The Institute Of Official Cheer featuring The Gallery Of Regrettable Food, probably the funniest thing I have ever read on or off the web.

18 years ago I wrote On the Internet, Nobody Knows You're a Dog

Jessica has one of those calendars filled with cartoons from The New Yorker.