Ah Lee Evans is a wonderful man. A wonderful SWEATY man. I haven't laughed like I did at his show for months and at the end when he was singing his song about the world and being big I felt utterly uplifted. Like I'd been locked in a bubble of happy for 2 hours. I wasn't a fan on the 3 hour train journey, not because of any weirdo's (unusually) but because after the 1st hour I needed a wee but I have a thing about toilets, I'm very selective and by the time I hit Manchester I was positively shaking with the effort of keeping my bladder in one piece. And also because I was writing in my notebook and the business man next to me I swear, was trying to read it over my shoulder. And he was swinging his earphones around near my face which is one of my biggest pet peeves. The train back was pretty awesome, I got lost in Manchester first of all which is always nice, especially now all the gorgeous christmas lights are up, but on the train back I was all mellow which is my favourite feeling next to hysteria.