I got back to the hotel about 11.30 AM and the whole band was in the foyer waiting to leave for rehearsal. Daylight saving had ended here last night so maybe that had something to do with my lack of punctuality. They left and I went and had a shower and caught the tube to rehearsal a little later.

We ran through the set and sorted out a few problems and were all finished by 3.00 pm. Ron was quite anxious to get going and became a little toey as he is want to do at times.

Sean, Wendy and myself then caught a tube to Camden Markets. I'd been thinking of buying myself a long overcoat as it's starting to get a bit chilly here and lo and behold, as we were leaving rehearsal Sean spotted one lying on the footpath. No one was around to claim it so I thought I might as well have it. It became part of my "look".

Camden Markets were extraordinary. The place was alive and a-buzz with thousands of outrageous people. There were so many stalls with incredible clothes, shoes, jewellery, the works. And it was packed. Wendy had walked about ten yards in to the market and had already made three purchases. Unbelievable. I bought a holographic disk with the comedy/tragedy theatrical masks somehow trapped 3D inside this thing and then Sean and I checked out the Rastafarian stall.

After a couple of hours of wide-eyed amazement the three of us caught the tube back to the hotel but we were so hungry we stopped at the other Italian restaurant over the road for dinner. Although they couldn't speak English, the food was really good. It was great to spend some time with Sean and Wendy, I really like both of them.

There was Italian Opera playing in the background and every now and then (I'm sure she couldn't help herself) Wendy would suddenly join in for a few bars and then start laughing. Of course she was perfectly in tune and it sounded beautiful. What a natural.

When we came out of the tube at Camden a couple of car horns had blasted and she put a perfect harmony on top. I was gob-smacked, it sounded so cool, but I don't think she was even aware she did it. I'd never really thought of car horns being musical and creating notes to be harmonised with.

We had a few really good laughs at the restaurant and then came back to the hotel. I went to my room (408) watched a bit of English TV and then John came back. He and Mick had been out to dinner. He went to bed and I wrote in this diary and then went to bed.

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