Frizz

Had an emotional day yesterday – we had a workshop at the Library with Helen Bamber, an amazing woman who started The Medical Foundation for the Care of Victims of Torture. Then met my family by the river where we scattered my Dad's ashes. We were going to go to the sea, but now I'm glad we put them in the river, as it feels like there is a place close by to go to and remember him.

Garbage last night at the Brixton Academy – started off three rows from the front…if only I could put the determination I did in getting to the front into life…. It was a friendly, but wild crowd. If it hadn't been for the guy who stuck behind me, I would not have lasted…whoever you were…thank you, thank you, thank you. At various times I was so squashed that I could just let the crowd support me, and it was a wonderful feeling to just let go. That's not to say that I wasn't scared that something might go wrong and someone push that little bit too hard, but the crowd seemed instinctively to always pull back in time. It was a great show.

Sitting on the tube yesterday I looked up and there at face level was a Hermes Birkin bag staring at me…. I saw a documentary about Birkin very late one evening last week… it's one of those classic stories she sat next to someone from Hermes on a plane and drew a sketch and hey presto a bag, although I read somewhere that they actually charged her for one. I did some research and a Birkin will set you back from… wait for it £3000 and £500 for a fake one.

I have been cycling around London all week and am exhausted – I've gone from a couch potato to a fitness freak and it all caught up with me today. Just as well otherwise I would have been cycling home in the thunderstorm! Even with the pink jacket it would not have been much fun - that was some rain...