I was the guest of Belle during the week of the annual Online conference in London. It was always a busy few days, but we were looking forward to the Wednesday night out in town. We started off at a pub near Belle’s house where we got into an argument with a punter who was convinced that Stewart Lee was at the bar. “I’ve met Stewart Lee”, I told him “and I can guarantee that that man is not him”.

Back outside again it was pouring with rain. As we sheltered from the deluge at a bus stop I said to Belle “No wonder tourism is dead loss in this country if everyone judges the weather of the whole of the UK on London where it rains continuously. It’s not fair when the weather is so nice everywhere else”. We set out again to run up the steep hill that would eventually take us to our destination, and SJ and DT from EdCM followed, sharing a wonky umbrella. Belle and I helped a couple of children over the tricky bit near the top before negotiating the enormous wobbly library book shaped steps at the very summit.

Elsewhere I was subject to random attacks from a mangy black cat with very sharp teeth and a taste for revenge.