Feeling slightly guilty for having a traditional Christmas dinner so early in the month, but only slightly.
Thinking of seeing Pan's Labyrinth at Barbican at 8.45 (knowing nothing about the Backstage thing).
Eating cold pizza, reading LRB, waiting again. Thinking a DS would be a good companion for days like this.
Sitting with a Guinness in a working men's club, still waiting for shooting to start.
On the bus to Stoke Newington to sit in a pub as an extra in a friend of a friend's short film.