The One Love Hackney Peace Week event in Clissold Park today meant that festival-goers were still streaming down Church Street nearing sundown, the girls yelling “Hey, slut!” at each other and the boys spitting mouthfuls of water at passing buses. One kid gangsta-limping past with his pals threw a plum stone at me, so I said, after “Ow!”, “Hey! What is wrong with you people!” “What’s wrong with you?” he said, clearly a member of his school’s debate team, and he reached towards his thirteen-year-old crotch.

I hope he grows up to work at Argos. In the Returns department.



Tonight we made artichoke risotto, stirring stirring stirring while the new Rilo Kiley album played. The new Rilo Kiley album has songs to yodel along to and songs to dance to as if you’re twirling a glow stick and songs to make a girl want to wear a hat and learn to play the gee-taw. I want to play drums again and I want to be in a band. Marc says we should get together a whole bunch of people who know how to play various instruments, and then get everyone to play the instrument they don’t know how to. I mean, this could be great.