@Bristol

Bristol, then. In case yesterday's joke about paying for the hotel didn't make any sense, I'll explain: we managed to find our way to The Washington Hotel - it was much closer to the centre of town than I'd expected - and upon checking in I was told, politely, that that would be £75, if I'd just like to pop my card in the machine. I tried to stay calm, explaining that I'd already paid online, but apparently they'd just taken my card details and, I don't know, translated it ino their lottery numbers for the weekend?

I suppose I can't really complain. It's not like they'd charged me twice or anything. It's just that I was going to be on a tight budget for the next couple of months anyway and now it's going to be even tighter.

Still, that didn't stop me being typically loose with my cash in Fopp, where I purchased albums buy The Hold Steady, Explosions In The Sky, The Low Anthem, Tame Impala, and Broken Social Scene, although funds for the latter were generously donated by Sarah, love 'er.

As I've already mentioned, Interpol were awesomatic, an played all our favourite songs. We were right at the front, stood next to a woman in a very shiny leather jacket with numerous face piercings and one of Daniel Kessler's guitar picks hanging off her neck. Takes all sorts, I guess.

And, of course, the hotel breakfast was huge. My list went something like:

• Bowl of Coco Pops
• Three rolled-up slices of ham
• Slice of melon
• Strawberry yoghurt
• Croissant
• Two slices of toast
• Sausage
• Bacon
• Sarah's bacon that she didn't want
• Mushrooms

I think that's it but somehow it seems like there was more. We'd intended to eat enough to keep us satisfied all day, but as it turned out there is some really nice food to be had in Bristol so we ended up going to a patisserie and having cake.

Yum yum. At least we did a lot of walking to burn it all off.

Joel.