Tom is Hard Work II.

I saw Tom again yesterday. I wasn't expecting to see him again and when I found out that I was, I felt a bit sick. This time the meeting was mercifully brief but he displayed all of his foibles in that short time with great gusto. In fact, he didn't even need to open his mouth (although he fucking did) to annoy the shit out of the world because his t-shirt was a bastard all on it's own. It said "NO, I'M NOT ON F@*#ING FACEBOOK!". This was ridiculous for several reasons. No-one asked him if he was on Facebook. The Facebook craze has passed so no-one really asks that question at all now. He is on Facebook (I rejected his friend request yesterday). And, finally, there is nothing more infuriating than censored swearing. If you don't want to swear, then don't swear. If you do, fine, just don't put loads of hash signs and shit in it instead of letters. People aren't offended by the actual spelling of a swear word.

It was a lovely day yesterday. Very sunny. I spent a good chunk of the day sitting outside drinking beer with Paul Litchfield. Drinking beer in the sun is as close to nirvana that we humans will ever reach. It was a really lovely day ruined only by the glimpse of an OK! Jade Goody Tribute Magazine. I don't think you should be able to read your own commemorative tribute about how you died. Especially when the magazine is called OK!

I'm off to Liverpool this weekend. Speaking of Paul Litchfield, The Trap are playing the final of three comeback gigs this sunday at the Hen & Chickens, Islington. I can't urge you enough to go. The Trap are honestly the best there is. They're the funniest sketch group I've ever seen. Make sure you go. You could be stopping the next Horne & Corden by buying a ticket.

By the way, and this is pure laziness, are you a regular-ish reader of this blog? Can you think of any particularly good ones? I'm reading some out at the London Word Festival this sunday. It could be very, very shit. Make sure you're there. Thank you!