Bleh, it's late for a school night, and I've degenerated into l33t. I blame the wine at the Roundhouse, which the label proudly proclaimed 'Good White'. (I didn't ask to try the 'Mediocre Red', or the 'Pants Rosé')

The "gig" was very good indeed, despite starting late because the "disk jockey" who was opening for Seu was apparently so overawed to be in his presence earlier in the day that he forgot to pack his records. Moderately important for a DJ, non?

The Roundhouse is a beautiful venue, though it was stuffed to capacity; anywhere that sells tortilla chips with blackened tomato salsa gets my vote. My better half and I did very much enjoy the novel experience of being at an event where the rest of the audience was broadly the same age as we are; more often that not, our middle-aged lives take us to the Colliseum or the National Theatre, at which we lower the average age by a good few percentge points. Night, night.