The show last night was very good, Bill Bailey really is half Klingon and part troll. I got there early to pick up the tickets fmr the box office and had arranged to meet Martha and Phil outside the Apollo on Shaftsbury Avenue. I met Martha at 19:20, we knew Phil was going to be late so we headed on in for a drink. The drinks were extortionately expensive which I resented. That some establishments are so blatant in stealing your money makes me wish bankruptcy on them, I had already had to pay £30 for a ticket and then I'm charged nearly £5 for a Guinness. I shall write to Bill and tell him that although he is a funny man, he is a very expensive night out.

We missed the beginning of the show and before we took our seats we stood in the foyer and asked the ticket lady if we could leave a ticket for Phil. Martha was trying to phone him and did actually get through when he told her that he was in the upper circle, we were one level down. The ticket lady was interested in why, or how Phil had managed to get to the upper circle sans ticket. When Martha told her that the gift of the gab got him in she wanted to get him out, get her staff in and find out how this happened and I just wanted to go to my seat and enjoy the show. We left Phil's ticket at the front desk and turned to leave when Martha asked the ticket lady if we could leave Phil's drink that we had bought at the bar for him with her. She very tactfully told us that it might be better if we just took it with us.

The first half of the show was tainted by Martha's concern for Phil. I on the other hand thought, well, he's late and it's his problem, there's nothing I can do about him being late so let's forget about Phil and enjoy the show. We found Phil at interval. After the show we headed off to china town for crispy duck pancakes. I then took the tube home and Phil, with his preference for busses took the bus.

My slow-release hangover demands that I stop writing and start drinking coffee.