Bluebeat last night. 25 groovy young things of undetermined sexuality chillin' to some very happ'nin' sounds in a basement behind Leicester Square tube. Niiiiiiice.

On the tube on the way home, two teenage boys. One white, one black, both speaking exactly the same Jamaican patois, making it impossible to distinguish which was which.

"Someone's bin moulting." "Uh, man, not facial hair! Brrrr, you're like 30, man!"