Last night I went to Comedy Club at the Union. I've stopped having piss ups and big Saturday nights, mostly because Echos is so packed, and with the summer coming means it's going to become more and more hot and sweaty.

The headliner last night was superb. His name is Carey Marx and he spent most of his set expressing his fear/loathing of albinos. Not a usual choice, and it was quite sick, but at the same time some of the best original material I have heard in a long while. Several towers people got in the neck after deciding to sit at the front including Emily, Max and Pamela, but mainly Rach after she owned up to the first comic that she too was from Dudley.

After getting back I absconded from doing any proper work and instead got on with sorting out my online portfolio. I am going to do the proper work right now because I am otherwise likely to further distract myself and then I'll never get it sorted. This weekend has been hopeless so far...