Man/Woman/Chainsaw

M/W/C is our niece Clio’s band and we went to see her play at Rough Trade East this evening.  They are doing very well, have a record deal (whatever that means these days) are recording an EP soon and have a lot of gigs lined up.  They played on Brick Lane and we met up with her parents and sister, my son Rory and friend for an early supper at Soho House in Shoreditch.  Walking through the streets to get to the venue reminded me how bright and lively East London is.  Other nephew Seb was at the venue as well.  It was a terrific set, they play ‘art punk’.  I saw the band, bought the t shirt and we caught the train home falling into bed around 0030. 

As for the rest of the day, in the morning I was awoken, for the second morning running V says, by a blue tit pecking on the window, and flying up and down and then pecking again.  I assume as they all go mad in the mating season this is part of that but nothing seems to stop it and it goes on all day.  Or maybe it’s more than one? Who knows.   Is it its reflection or the reflection of the trees behind, which is what I thought.  Pulling the blind down seemed to stop it for a bit but then it started up again later.  

i was in the office most of the day.  Picking up on a few things and at Flying Colour signing off VFX and our delivery schedule.