...was OK. Work was OK, the weather wasn't too bad ( apparently I missed a biblical thunderstorm down here ), I met Linda and Colin C and went to Patteserie Valerie - which was lovely, and I met Grindrod in The Retro Bar and had about 2 pints too many - and listened to Malcolm Middleton all the way home.
On the way there, the woman behind me talked incessantly for 90 mins about nothing, and found it impossible to keep to the same subject for more than 30 secs. I bought a coffee in the station which cost £2.80 - an insult.
London was, as usual, full of staggeringly beautiful people - all brimming with confidence and glowing with health. I suspect that everyone also wears a new outfit every day.
As usual - I came home wracked with self loathing, low self esteem and no confidence - but it might have been the beer.
I have to be honest, I think the ship in a bottle on the 4th plinth is quite naff - and they have a real maze in Trafalgar Square - made from real trees - but there were millions od students trying to get in, so we didn't bother.
In the Apple store - the waiting tome to get to the Genius bar to buy an iPad was 90 mins - they were queuing out of the door - and for some reason they all seemed either Middle Eastern or Italian.
When I got home Hastings was in chaos - the pubs were still open and the pram race casualties were lying drunk in the puddles, the taxi driver had to swerve to avoid some.
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