A quiet night last night, I went out in search of jazz and found none (I asked a taxi driver and he misunderstood my "Live music?" as "Live show?" which means something entirely, and quite distressingly, different.)
In the end I sat on a bench and threw pebbles into the canal, watching the ripples reflecting the yellow fairy lights. I've got to make a decision about something soon, and I'm not sure I want to.
And then home. I figured my body could use a rest. I've been treating it quite badly over the last few days.
Tonight will be an entirely different matter. Oh yes...
...oh, and the reason I'm here? The conference? Well, lets just say it should have been subtitled "Death will be like this..."
