Friday night was the gorgeousness that was Mozart’s Requiem in St Martin in the Fields. Only briefly spoiled by the stupidly loud stageshow happening in Trafalgar Sq proper, whatever the bejesus that was. Unimpressed with the first half, ’cello and bass out of time, lead violinists having trouble on the fast bits, and you’d think they could have given us some fricken cushions on the pews, bastards. Second half musically was better. Justin seemed lost and grinny so at least one of us was very happy. Afterwards, the desperately-in-need-of-a-homosexual-bar gays vanished and we went downstairs to the Crypt for meatballs and tea. Was fabulous, if a little pricey. Wandered with Dom over the river, came across some lovely illuminated square things gently sighing music at us from a distance, so we toodled off to investigatorise. There’s an installation, see? It’s made out of cubes. On one face is a speaker and on the top is the likeness of an instrument. They’re arranged roughly semicircularly (by roughly I mean not at all) outside the new bits that are being built near Waterloo. Each cube plays the instrument in question, when sat on. It’s a truly unique experience and quite wonderful. Especially if you get the horn, like wot me an Dom did. Coz the horn vibrates the cube lots, see? Double entendres aside, we wandered to Waterloo and I waved him off and then meandered slowly down the south bank towards Millenium Bridge. There’s trees with blue and white LEDs in them, casting a faint glow onto the ground below. It’s haunting. The gorgeous graf all over the bit with the skaters in was equally stunning, lit up in all its glory. And only a few drunken people en route to scare me. Although I did walk past a young oriental woman and her very old grey haired old man necking, her expression telling me more than I needed to know about their relationship. Over the bridge at night, my mind a morose puddle, I discover that the bus stop has gone, replaced by a large blue hoarding. So I follow the hoarding down to a sign saying “road closed” and sulk a little. And end up walking along the north side of the river in the direction I’ve just come from. Bah. Home via a newsagents selling me a bottle of fizzy water and some pineapple juice. Attempted to get some work done but instead chatted to people online as I couldn’t be arsed. Similar pattern on Saturday too. Although on Saturday I was saved by TJ coming home and us going shopping. To Somerfields. The classiness astounds me. Y’see, A Bit of Fry and Laurie arrived on Saturday morning and somewhat sidetracked me for the rest of the day. Apart from marvelling at “Ted Cunterblaster” being announced on the BBC, I was also taken on a lovely trip down memory lane..."Tidymans Carpets, for the deep shag that really satisfies", etcetera. Matt arrived and we ran off to meet Ulf and Peter at Tower then headed off to Harry and RobL’s birthday extravaganza. Decided that, fuck it, I’d have a couple of pints. Which was amusing as it got me very drunk indeed. Giggle. Got to see lots of people, including various bits and bobs of people I’d not seen in an awfully long time. Smess was radiant as ever, wearing a hat that was very fetching. Very Will Young circa 2002. Headed to XXL, where I had to piss up the carpark as those two pints went straight through me. Cackle. Arrived at XXL and dashed in. Saw Jonni, headed to the garden, found Joao and his cute friend whose name I forgot. Damn alcohol. Hung about the garden some. Introduced Lloyd to Joao and generally chilled a bit. Adam was wandering around pissed and topless, which amused me. As was dtt and various other scary people. Was an intriguing evening. Went out to the garage round the corner to get more money (not paying £1.70 if I don’t need to) and a packet of fags (naughty!) as I was drinking beer and beer makes me need cigarette