February 20th - Day 308

I haven't got a photo I can just shove up for today, because I forgot to take one. I decided to risk "Live jazz at Merton Abbey Mills market" and should have trusted my instinct cos it wasn't happening. Whilst exceptional and surprising evenings of music such as yesterday's at The Nehru Centre make the project worth while, a two hour round trip car journey and the prospect of hiking down to the Northern line to find a busker in a time-limited afternoon make me wonder what on earth I'm doing.

I bought some cheese at the farmers' market. Next to it was an old stone building, the Colour House Theatre. Children and parents were arriving for the afternoon performance of "Dogs. The Musical". It was nine pounds and I didn't have a child. It started without me. I could hear drums and singing and lots of barking. I don't think they were real dogs. I think they used actors.

So that was my live music for today. Appalling I know. Daisy fell off her new bike this morning. I think frankly that I had a better case for calling that a live sporting event than today a live music event. But it was better than nothing. And I could just have done nothing, gone home and written that I'd seen a busker. That, though, would have been cheating, and in the words of Dave Vanian, "You don't want to cheat when playing solitaire"