King’s Place, the new concert hall complex in King’s Cross, is a place you feel virtuous simply for entering. All that spanking new oak, bright open space - it is the architectural equivalent of a bracing stroll through the Black Forest.

But what of the programme? At last week’s lavish opening ceremony, I was intrigued to see programmed a film by the Pet Shop Boys, exploring their associations with King’s Cross - what nature could they have, I wonder? But my eye was drawn by a regular series of events which go under the banner This Is Tuesday. This being Tuesday, This Is Tuesday is on tonight and features the avant-garde composer Huw Watkins.

I am pleased to find an event which makes a virture of its Tuesdayness. I feel a certain allegiance with Tuesday, it being the day I am permitted to muse on such matters, and yet, it is traditionally unloved.

If the week were a life-span, Monday would be childhood and Tuesday adolescence - pimply and unsure of itself, where every false move feels as if it will haunt you forever. Or at least until the end of the week - the retirement home of Saturday and Sunday's gentle death.

Tuesday often finds you at a disadvantage, too - if your Saturday night has been particularly large and spilled over into Sunday, it is not Monday - which can be rather jaunty - but Tuesday when shivering horror is apt to strike at the desk. Gone is Monday's fresh dawn; Tuesday means business.

If you find yourself in this state, use its serious demeanour to your advantage. You are much more likely to find a seat for an acclaimed production than on any other night. Many theatres, including my excellent local, the Arcola in Dalston, offer pay what you can pricing, making it a good time to do something worthy, even if you snooze through it.

But better still, defy it all and go out properly. Recently Wednesday and Thursday have made claims on Londoners' social diaries in this regard, but the case should be made for Tuesday. I always prefer the midweek atmosphere of a club to the sweaty, exploitative weekends. Those who do make it are more dedicated, and clubs are likely to book more experimental and interesting promoters - such as tonight's reputed iHEARTNiYi night at Punk in Soho (www.myspace.com/iheartniyi), or Galvanised - a leftfield noise event at the Oto café in Dalston (www.myspace.com/galvanisedfestival)

As the nights draw in, it is pleasing to take advantage of London's nightlife for cut price, without the crowds, with the thought that everyone else is at home watching Who Wants to Be a Millionaire: Nurses Special.

Do it properly and its leads logically on to Wednesday: the best day to pull a sickie.