Went to Mario's café here down Kentish Town Road, was going to just put one of my guitar lesson flyers on their board; had a fruit juice and started conversation, commenting on the week, mention expensive car disaster and, as compensation, was going to mention the concert, "you know Pink Floyd-The Wall..." and Mario says "Woot, did you go? That was amazing, wasn't it" And we ended up in a sing-along with me playing the battered old dreadnought guitar that normally lives on their wall and them singing, "There is no pain, you are receding... a distant ship's smoke on the horizon..."

Tags: kentish town, life, stuff, the wall