Alan's plans to turn his terraced house into the palace of Mad King Ludwig of Bavaria continue apace, and he took me upstairs and showed me the cherub vortex on the wall. Alan is of the opinion that sooner or later all suburban houses will have cherub vortices, as soon as the rest of the human race catches up with him in fashion and interior design. I gave him a Jerry Springer The Opera CD as his Christmas present, which he accepted once he'd established that it did indeed have the "Talk to the Hand" song on it, and he gave me a limited edition "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" book, along with a Christmas Card (drawn by Alan). I will not give away the joke (some people reading this may be on Alan's Xmas card list) -- it was good, but my favourite of all Alan's cards is still one from about fifteen years ago, showing, in graphic detail, King Herod mascaraing the innocents.
All good things come to an end, and eventually I found myself back at Northampton station on my own being stared at by people who, because Alan was no longer standing next to me, were obviously convinced that I really really need a haircut.
Made it back to London and my hotel safely. Will be up at the crack of dawn to take a train to the West Country. There. That was my Saturday. Goodnight.