Well tonight I went out. It started with a pleasant enough barbeque round a friend's, then sitting on Brighton beach for a bit, then going to a pub which was alright. Then someone suggested we go to a bar, which predictably turned out to be shit and made me wish I had spent the whole day indoors like I normally do. I have now made a pledge to myself to not leave the house or socialise for two months. The longest I have gone is one month and a bit earlier this year, so if I manage two months I will smash my previous record.

But it's summer soon, and staying in is difficult. But whenever I go out I end up wishing I had stayed in. I reckon I can do the two months though - I have nothing coming up, just a few gigs which I was planning on going on alone to anyway. Well, here goes...