I woke up feeling a bit hungover. Ron dropped by for a coffee and a smoke and we went down to the Kensington Markets. I dropped my laundry off on the way.

I'd been meaning to get my hair cut before I left Australia and I thought I may as well get it done today. Because I wanted to get it coloured it ended up taking a long time and I had fifteen minutes to get back to the hotel before we left for the gig.

Of course the colour went horribly wrong and when she washed out the dye I was left with a shock (and I do mean "shock") of bright red hair and with no time left to do anything about it. I ran all the way back to the hotel, picking up my washing on the way.

Fortunately I ran into Wendy so I figured I wasn't the only one who was late. As it turns out we had to wait a half hour until Mal got back. It was our first night at Wembley Arena and although it's only eight miles away we were caught in peak hour traffic and it took ages to get there.We did a line check as soon as we got there and went on shortly after.

Wembley Arena is a lot older and more atmospheric than London Arena, and we had two decent dressing rooms. Even the catering had a real restaurant set up. We had to wait a little longer to go on so a few more people would come in and although it was a sit down audience, the response was the best we've had in London so far.

I kept my beret on before, during and after the show to keep my new Ginger Meggs look out of sight. We had dinner and went back to the hotel. I watched some TV and went to bed.

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