Sunday 12th December

Feeling undeniably delicate, we wake up late and are treated to bacon and eggs courtesy of Matt's culinary skill. We watch last night's X Factor before grabbing our bags and heading back into town. The girls want to go to New Look and the like, so we go to the Apple Store and gaze lovingly at the iPads and giant-screened iMacs. What's funny is that the Apple Store mostly seems to be used as a free internet cafe for 12-year-olds to check their Facebook accounts.

When the girls return we head to Harvey Nicholls (which is a place that is firmly "not for the likes of me" but we have fun laughing at the ridiculous prices - £9 for mince pies? very reasonable) and when hunger sets in we seek out Bristol's very nice German Christmas market. It is here that I manage to source my first taste of currywurst since back in Berlin - which does the trick temporarily and takes me back to much warmer days.

A few shops later we say goodbye to Matt, Ellie, Sam and Heather and head towards the waterfront to find our hotel for tonight. The bags are heavy and I'm feeling rough after sleeping on the floor last night, so the first thing I do at the hotel room is have a refreshing shower and a lie-down before heading back out for tonight's gig. We have to get moving quickly though - we're both so tired that if we stay too long then we won't leave at all.

We walk up Park Street via Fopp and the Design Guild, scouting out somewhere to have a drink before going to the Anson Rooms. We end up in the Scream bar at the top of Park Street, where the Tottenham v Chelsea game is just finishing - managing to catch Didier Drogba's missed penalty that leaves the Blues fourth in the league. Gutting. Undeterred though, we have a pint and some dinner in an attempt to liven up before going to see Godspeed You! Black Emperor.

By 7pm we're on our way through the chilly night to a gig venue I have been to many times, but not for several years. We're also going to see a band I haven't really listened to for a few years but also one I never thought I'd get to see, since they first "broke up" some seven years ago. The place is packed with nerds and there's no lighting beyond that created by the four film projectors in the middle of the room. This makes for a kind of intimate atmosphere to go along with Godspeed's long, thoughtful and atmospheric music (they play six songs in a 2+ hour set) and the film loops they use are uniformly eerie and beautiful. The only problem is that K and I are so knackered that we're almost falling asleep on our feet - so by 10.45 we're totally done with the gig and we head back to the hotel for some much needed rest.