In the evening I went to a gig with a new friend from work. It was a bit Goth for my usual tastes but a good night, I had fun. I may have said a touch too loudly that when your moobs are over hanging your guitar when you play, you should probably think of taking up a new hobby. And I may've pondered aloud about how people are such tortured souls and lost, deep into their art, yet they can still snap out of it for a pose for a camera within the blink of an eye! Misery does love company after all!