It's my birthday but it doesn't exactly feel special as I haul my knackered body to breakfast. Kate and Stef have made me a card out of the hotel key holder, which is a lovely thought that improves the 5:00 wake-up call no end! We walk to the airport and hike through security, spurred on by strange half hologram people, and join the queue for the aeroplane. After a nap, the start of Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, a good chat and a banana or three we dism...

Waking up with a mouth like the inside of an alcoholic's coke can, I realised I had to feel better to travel to London. I'd been out in Doncaster with friends the night before, first to an Indian called the Taj Cottage and then into town, to observe how 17 year old metal-heads party nowadays. I felt better after a walk down Water Lane with Dan and Sam, by which time it was necessary to set off in the car with my mum to Doncaster train station. After waving mum...