Almost awake.

Didn't go onstage until 11.30pm. Offstage at 2.20am. Drinkies and snooker with the guys....and then got to sleep at about 4.30am. Up at 9 to leave the hotel by ten-thirty. Am somewhat stupid from lack of sleep, but still managed to drive home without killing myself or anyone else. Got to stop 'microsleeping' on the motorway. Much happier in the company of the wife than sharing an hotel room with the band's bassist, no matter how reasonable and civilised: though Madame has been known to snore almost as loudly.

When home, I tried to take 40 winks, but I ended up finishing the new Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals, instead. Obviously I will have to re-read it when compos mentis, but as of this moment I think it a return to form, which is surprising given Pratchett's illness. I think he must have a brilliant editor as well as a damn fine secretary/amenuesis.