Morning after the night before

I wake up to find the loo with piss all over it, after spending a week living in confined spaces with him (Wales) i concluded it was the work of Dave. Obviously he vehemently denied it but, what the hay.

The next 5 hours from 0807-1343 were spent on some sofas watching daytime TV with my fellow friends. CDUK being the highlight appearing at 1130. Cat Dealley never looked so lovely. I do miss Zoe Ball and Lauren Laverne. Managing to peel myself from that sofa and borrowing Deer Hunter and the Pianist i strode home.

Quick shower later and a new T-Shirt, i was out of the house again. By myself and not much of a plan to do with the rest of the day i decided a trip to London would do me good. A bit of introspection, a book and maybe a film wouldn’t go a miss. Walking down to Kingston with Lolita in one hand i felt like a star pseudo intellectual. I’d decided on the train to waterloo i’d traverse south bank then see if anything was happening at embankment or my favourite cinema PrinceCharles. Hectic drumming could be heard while on my way so i stopped to watch some Japanese drummers, or white boys and girls playing the ancient art of hitting drums in a Japanese manner. Was most exciting.

Thought i’d check out the Hayward Gallery and look at some pretty pictures in a most pretentious way but £4 kind of put me off it. A girl named Alissa from Holland stopped me and asked to take three pictures of my hair. I wasn’t going to stop her and it made my day, she was quite pretty and we small talked about hair and compared digital cameras. I felt emasculated with my paltry 2.0megapixel camera while she had a F828 5.0 megapixel Sony camera, thankfully she didn’t rub it in. Took a quick snap of her and made her look like an ogre to make up for it. Think she realised she was a tad older than me when i couldn’t come up with a uni quick enough so she left with the excuse of a meeting.


Southbank is pretty fun at this time of year, laughed at some buskers and moved on to the Barbican to watch some poor drama. Music would start at 1815 so i decided to have some lunch and come back later. PrinceCharles and Embankment seemed vacant so i noted down some times for my next outing and piddled back to the Barbican. As everywhere described everything as Eclectic i think it fitting i should to. The Eclectic mix of whatever nationality of music was playing when i got there, it was pretty good except for an ogre of a woman dancing provocatively. I mean, i know i like hot pants and all, but this was wrong. I’m not to sure if i got it on film. Don’t know if i wanted to. Had a pint of Carlsberg at a ridiculous price of £2.70 but i guess the music was free, it was a nice day and i was bored.