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sun! A week fucking late!

Sunday June 3rd, 2007 at 9:54am

The helicopters are overhead and the sun is shining out from its home in the celestial celeste thing. Shiny suns make us good. I’m going to go out today and troll around Greenwich park with my camera I think as it’s the weather for it. Went zooming around canals yesterday. Cycling through nettles in flipflops is not the best idea I’ve ever had but it was fun. Found a way to Stratford almost entirely without cars so was pretty happy about that. Took some photos of my favourite spot in London. I love sitting under rail bridges and this one has the added bonus of being really low down over the canal. Can sit in the shade and eat and drink and contemplate the world. Which is pretty much what I did yesterday lunch. Popped to Maplin to buy some coolers for Dom’s ÜberPC that I’m building him. Going to try out my new bargain chips tonight, see if they work. Also am doing photos for a very very very very very good looking man this evening too, so that’ll be fun. Something decent for the portfolio : ) Friday evening was messy. Went to meet Owen after work and chilled out in the sun and chatted some. Sunin mentioned he was at Retro so we headed down there to see him and James before they ran off. Eventually met up with Freddie too and then decided we’d go to Ghetto as it’s lovely and alternative and might be fun for him. LITTLE DID WE KNOW. Good GOD has that place gone downhill. IT used to be alternative, filled with a young vibrant crowd, piercings, funky hair, cool clothes. We got down there and I think we could have been justified mistaking it for a hen party. And the men there were pretty darn vile. Apart from Miss Monson who turned up somewhere towards the end and possibly talked to me. I’m not quite sure as I was a leeetle drunken. I think I broke Freddie a bit. We had to get off the bus on the way back as he was scared he’d throw up. Heh. I’m such a hardcore drinker. I rock! And now, for your delectation, a small surprise. Here’s my review of James Marsters when he played London last month, it was too old to get included in Londonist and I’ve already written it, so why not?

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