Henry Rollins, Henry Rollins, you're hard, you're hard*

Completely forgot to mention that we went to see Henry Rollins again on Sunday night. He was good, but not as good as last time. And I'm still a bit unsure about his attitudes to women: he told a Barbra Streisand anecdote which was, frankly, unpleasant (and, more importantly, unfunny). Strange, because he seems very right-on about everything else.

Also, he blew his own trumpet quite a lot, which is fair enough cos he seems pretty cool, but after a while you start to think 'yeah, yeah, you're great, we know, change the record'. Although he does manage to big himself up (listen to me, don't say I'm not down with the kids ...) in a self-deprecating way, which is quite a skill.

He spoke without a break or even a sip of water for two and a half hours ... which you've got to admire.

* c in a little circle: Half Man Half Biscuit