Not much fun so far.

Sailing club too full to get in the door.

Crown not looking promising although landlord tried to be helpful, offering to turn off million watt jukebox, but that looked as if it might offend local neanderthals. No real beer ready - promised for later today.

Wrotham Arms Jen charming, but it was a gig there not a session.

Neptune seemed blank, as I walked by - and drowned in sound from the adjacent fleshpots.

Nelson a gig not a session.

Rain - contrary to forecast.

Mosquitos obviously starving, since they fell greedily upon flesh long immured to the notorious malarial swamp mossies from the Grain peninsula.