Here it is:

I'm going to have to do this pretty quickly, because I am on a tight schedule today.

Recap, yesterday I took the Tube Train to Oxford Circus in order to buy some tickets from Stargreen.

Since I didn't feel like schlepping all the way back to Leytonstone, I went wandering instead. Heading West, leaving Oxford Street in search of stuff I hadn't seen before.

Here are some interesting things I found:

Cavendish Square: Beautiful buildings all round (except one horrible postwar office block). An abandonned sleeping bag, perfectly laid out on the grass, prompting me to thing that if I was homeless, I wouldn't let my sleeping bag get out of arms reach.

Wandering around the surrounding streets I found that every building seemed to be populated by medical practises, prompting me to think that if the other day I was in the Design and Media district, today I was in the Medical Specialist district.

Then I found a 'Talking Book' store. On display was a Kabbalah talking book, prompting me to wonder whether it was like the trendy celebrity Kabballah books, ie the CD is all in Hebrew, but all you have to do is run your finger over the disc and you are imparted with ancient wisdom. The shop assistant thought that was funny.

Next: Christopher's Place, a backsteet cobblestone thing with some cool looking cafes etc (I think that was it, I didn't actually saw what Christopher's place was on the tape).

Also: a small park called Manchester Square, with a spiky fence on all sides, the gate locked. In the centre of Machester Square a couple were setting up a picnic. I'm wondering whether they jumped the fence or what.

More wandering: The top of Baker Street. I've been to Baker Street Station before, but I've only seen the inside. Baker Street Station is actually one of the Stations where a train was blown up.

In any case, the top of Baker Street is all Modernist office blocks with no soul, making me wonder if this was actually the Baker Street of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, of if there was another Baker street somewhere.

Wander wander wander: 1215: I find Baker Street Station, which is on Marlebone Road (?!), next to Madame Tassaud's Wax Museum (which has a massive queue around the block.

1222: Turning off Marlebone Road, I find a Baker Street that looks more like the Baker Street I'm looking for. A rugby-playing-looking twat with frosted tips is arguing with a Traffic Warden over a ticket for his Turquoise BMW Z4. Twat. Schadenfreude is fun.

I find the Future Publishing office (metal hammer office!), buy a copy of the new Harry Potter book at WH Smith, find 221b Baker Street (Sherlock Holmes museum).

Look at Regents Park, wander through, chat to Brazilian Girl who is reading the new Harry Potter (Brazilian girls are a little more friendly that London Girls, but most people are). Wander back to civilization:

And then I discover that I had been recording with the pause button on (D'oh!). Hasty recounting of stuff between last entry and then.

1315: I find the Royal Academy of Music! Jolly Good, What?

Wander on Marlebone Road/ Queen Ann Street and I find Daunt Books (#34/35). Great bookshop, nice feel. One of the cashiers is really skinny in a strangly attractive way (as opposed to bony starved way).

Hallan and Weymouth Street: More great buildings.

At this point the streets are more deserted, so I stow the dictaphone so as not to attract muggers. Wander North. Find myself on Tottenham Court Road, and I follow it in the Away From Soho direction.

Take the Tube to Camden. Look for Drainpipe jeans and I am told by some kid that Old Levis etc can be found on Ebay. Has it come to this?

I wander down the Camden High Street to find a venue for the Napalm Death show today. Then I take the Tube back to Oxford Circus to buy a ticket (the incongruity is not lost on me).

After buying the ticket I spy an attractive girl with elaborately coloured hair and a colourful bag.

I get talking to her and she gives me a quick tour to the shop in Soho where she works where I can find the bags that she had. We talk about Punk Rock and books and art and Stuff. Then she has to go to dinner. The last thing she says is 'By the way, my name is Kitt. Now you can write about me in your Journal.'

Interesting comment. I hadn't mentioned a journal. I don't think. Maybe she just had me pegged as a writing type.

I cruise around and find Forbidden Planet, the comic shop. Then I find the Odeon cinema and decide to return in an hour to catch the evening showing of a Korean Animated movie called Sky Blue: 2142.

Tube to Tottenham Court Road, post the previous entry then Tube to Holborn. Brisk walk back to the cinema and catch the movie. Not Bad.

Tube back to Leytonstone. It might just be sleep deprivation, but I feel strangely wired. That and my luck is holding out: on Essex side the a passenger has thrown himself under the tube, so trains are suspended between Hainult and Leytonstone. I only have to get to Leytonstone.

Get off the tube and stop for a kebab. First proper meal I've had all day.

Back to the flat and collapse into bed.

Wake up at six.

Today: not much so far. Behind schedule, but I guess I can afford to miss a crap grind band or two, just so long as I catch Napalm. Talked to Australia. Nice.

My Dad told me that he reads the Blog now, whcih means that My mother will soon as well.

So much for all the Smoking Crack with Strippers and Hookers stories I was planning : )

Anyways, like I said I am totally running late, and I still need to buy food while the Tescos is open (as I have said, the slack bastards close at four on a Sunday).

Over and out.