Never mind the balearics

Going to Ibiza on Saturday. I've never really been on one of these "Oi oi! Wickdy wickdy! Egg'n'chips" holidays before, and I look forward to it like a gladiator looks forward to opening night.

I've been busy packing and doing the rounds the pass few days. Went to see my aunt and her new born son on Wednesday, and 4 month year old Oscar. Ugly buggers aren't they? It didn't cry when I held it, or dribble during lunch, so it was a better baby experience. Packing is quite depressing. It entail throwing out all the trash that you consider sentimental, such as theatre and gig stubs (bye bye Ryan Adams and Pericles) and well as other semi personal things... It's all over baby blue. Then I've got to decide what I'm actually going to take to Japan. I've limited myself to 25 books and 40 CDs (Bob Dylan takes up 50% of that number anyway).

Note for those that like Subway and Easy Internet Cafes. The Easy Internet Cafe off Trafalar Sq doubles up as a Subway. You can handle your footlong as you type.