The London Fetish Weekend has pushed me to a level of sleep-deprivation that makes Jack Bauer look like a whining layabout. Unlike Bauer, I also managed to crash my car up the arse of another when the traffic on Westminster Bridge stopped slightly before I did. Still, I came away from the London Alternative Market yesterday with new hitty-sticks, slappy-sticks, and the loveliest corset ever made, and chatted to some marvellous people, so it was a positive experience in the end. Thanks to organisers, stallholders, and everyone there.