Thursday morning and I find myself in central london. Funnily enough, I find myself in a Starbucks outside the headquarters of RBS which has been in the news over the past couple of days due it being part of the whole economic collapse that's going on. The album I was listening to (The Streets - Everything Is Borrowed) came to an end while I was queueing for my coffee and all could hear was morose bankers talking in hushed tones about the collapse. I know it's a problem and everything, but I just found a different album and hit 'play' to drown them out. I am now sitting on my laptop typing this, and listening to Kimya Dawson. I am an oasis of calm amongst them.

I had some time on my hands yesterday, so I ducked into the Tate Modern for a while. A lot of my friends have told me how great that place is so I wanted to check it out for myself. I turned my iPod off (a rare occasion) and wandered around. I have no idea what I was supposed to feel about any of the pieces that I saw, but I'm pretty sure that it says something about me that I felt nothing at all. I wouldn't want to consider myself a philistine, and I appreciate the work, but I just can't seem to feel the joy that these artworks bring to other people. It made me truly appreciative of music, because even music I don't like affects me - it makes me dislike it, but I couldn't find an opinion either way on half of the things I saw in the Tate. I headed outside, fired my iPod back up and instantly felt better. There is a Frank Turner lyric that says "Music is my substitue for love." I think music may be my substitute for a soul.

Kev has been sorting out the new tour van and it's looking awesome so far. It'll be a totally new experience playing shows. New schools tours shows are on their way, just taking a while to appear as usual due to all the details having to be sorted out.