Had a grand old day today helping my friend Kirsteen with her running job at the BBC. She's helping the Home Front team by doing all their random tasks such as making tea and buying 5 amp plug tops for 13 amp lamps. Having met her at 9.30am on Tottenham Court road we them drove pretty much all the way round London picking up pieces of furniture and other items that shops were willing to lend for the show and hence have some TV coverage. Got to see some places that I'd never seen before, and some that I happen to live round the corner from. Excellent fun.

I'm seriously contemplating cutting down the amount of ways I use electronic media to present myself at the moment. Although I quite enjoy writing to this diary it's been hard to keep up with what I want to say when I don't have a fast Internet connection. I'm also starting to wonder how important it is to my own self to keep this stuff in a more private journal. I know a few people would miss reading it apart from me (hi mum).

This reduction in use of electronic channels was also brought home to me the other day when I was looking through old love letters that some of my ancestors sent each other. These are wonderful Victorian cards, with beautiful words in flowing script. The thought of how similar shared words between myself and people I love would never be found in such a permanent manner brought me up short for a moment. Can you see your great grandchildren huddled over an old antique hard drive they found in the attic feeling such a connection to words held as ones and zeros? There seems to be to be so much less weight and importance attached to e-mails, when the reality is that these quickly written and sent words can often have a huge impact that changes lives one way or another. I was going to say 'for better or worse' there but change is just change, there is no 'better or worse' unless you treat it that way.

Watch out for my new diary written on stone tablets - coming soon to a prehistoric delivery channel near you.

Another bank holiday weekend draws to a close.. Not that I notice such things in my current general state of unemployedness. It was only when Stephen reminded me on Friday that it was a bank holiday that I twigged. It's been a good one.

Been out doing much clubbing since Thursday night when we went down to the 'quality' Crazy Larrys down in Chelsea. When the 'DJ' finally worked out how to use the decks they did play a few fun tunes but generally a night of lo-fi cheese. Saturday started with the free cannabis coalition festival in Brixton - a mini Glastonbury with lots of dance tents and the usual array of food stalls to keep everyone amused. This has only been going on the last three years so this was my first one, having missed the last ones during my time in New York (which I'm still missing stupidly and keep getting very mopey whenever I see that skyline on TV, which is about once every ten minutes).

After the festival we hung out in the Living Room in Brixton for a while before I wandered on my own up to Islington. I'd seen a flyer for Sir Real playing at the Garage, and having fond memories of his sets at Third Eye back in '92, decided to go and see him again. The venue, actually Upstairs at the Garage, was like a Scout hall painted black, an image that was emphasized by the clientele all being about 16 (except me and the DJ). After a few beers, well - Smirnoff Ices, I got up the courage to dance like a nutter on my own in the middle of the dance floor. Ah, bless.

Sunday caught up with Helen in the afternoon, teaching her the important life skill of how to make water bombs. The pootled back down to Brixton for a bit more clubbing at Dog Star. Randomly bumped into Zen, a friend of Chris in the queue so ended up not being on my own. Good laugh, but the place is a total meet market to the max. Today I was slightly less clubby - cycling for about two hours round Richmond Park and now feeling decidedly achey for my troubles. Nice.

So a good weekend all in all - but I'm still in London and still not really sure what I'm doing with life. I'm contemplating buying a Hasselblad camera (500 C/M body secondhand with basic lens/back) having seen some second hand kit in a camera shop and getting very excited. I have a ticket sorted out for Glastonbury now and that's also very exciting. No big 'flash' of revelation as to what to do in general though - travel? Get a job? What kind of job? Where do I want to live? Had a very cool vision of living in a big loft with huge windows looking out over trees the other night. Felt very comfortable there - just not sure where 'there' is. Maybe I'll find it one day, along with other turtles that I'm not expecting to find.