Dear Diary, woke up and looked at clock. All blurry. Put glasses on and looked at clock again. 7:30. Thought about getting out of bed, then did so. Shit, shaved and showered as my dad used to say, then got dressed.

Thought about going out, them remembered something. Packed. Got in car and drove to Luton Airport and flew to Holland. Amsterdam to be exact.

Thought of a funny joke about Dutch people and fishing boats. May tell it later. May get slapped if I do.

Got to Amsterdam and visited a few coffee shops. Probably did some other things but don't really remember.

Woke up in Zoetermeer, which was lucky. Walked to the Boerderij as I couldn't steal a bike this time. Got in the long queue. Why? The short queue was so much shorter.

Must think of a joke about Dutch people and midgets. Thought of one. Can't use it.

Went to bar and bought beer. Saw the Dutchess of Prog looking beautiful, with her son, hanging around the backstage area.

Note to self, must get backstage pass.

Note to diary, need to get some milk on Monday.

Someone was lighting candles on stage. It was cool. Steve came onstage. Not in one of those Black Eyed Peas Fergie incontinent ways, but just usual like.

Sat at his piano. I think it was his piano but I have no proof. I should have checked after. Sorry.

Played some songs - Dry Land first. H that is, not me. I stood there and watched him.

No One Can sounded like a good song tonight, not like when the band did it. It stank then. Need to check the lyrics before I write to Steve Wright In The Afternoon to request it though just to make sure he doesn't say Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! in the chorus. You can never be too sure.

Note to self: find out setlist and mention each song intelligently.

He told a few stories about things and did a funny joke about his girlfriend and a porn site.

Note to self: better check a few later to make sure it was a joke.

Went for a wee.

Also heard Cage, Famous Blue Raincoat, Fantastic Place, Cloudbusted, Easter, The Party. I hate The Party and its pathetic "welcome to your first party" lyrics.

And that song about having a picture of you. The Collection. I love that one. So sinister.

Note to self: dig that one out and play it later.

Also heard Imagine which is another truly awful song, though everyone else likes it. People are strange.

He read some stuff from his diary. Didn't pick a good day or maybe he just has a dull life. Adrian Mole was much better and so was that girly one the chicks love. Bridget something. Maybe that's why his is still unpublished.

And Afraid of Sunlight and Waiting to Happen, which was in my head all day as I kept reading similar lines in a book I am reading.

Oh, need to get some cheese, or kaas as they spell it here.

Went to the bar after the gig finished. Saw an old lady with white hair. Pointed this out to some people in the bar but they showed no interest. That's the last time i learn a new language!

Hung out in the bar waiting for H to show, but some ladies went backstage and he never came out.

Hung around longer, until I got drunk and some food appeared and I was thrown out.

It was a good night Diary, and I'll write some more tomorrow. Sweet dreams.