Out last night in Hackney at Peter, Trine and Oskar's farewell do, before they head back to Copenhagen. We'll miss them for many reasons, but for me particularly because Trine is the only other person in London I know who shares my passion for tractors. Good party though; we ate bread baked with entire eggs inside, complete with shells, and drank whisky from eggcups with lions on that looked like mini-toilets. Classy people, those Danes.
A busy but mellow Hello Goodbye show this afternoon. Playing live were Emma Tricca, who looks like a folky lady Ramone and has a fantastic voice, along with Smoke Fairies, also with fabulous voices and the Crisps, who were quite splendid too. They have a song called Tring and their guitarist Walter spent their entire interview applying extra layers of clothes until he had almost disappeared. I guess that must mean winter's here.
