damerell

Wednesday and I trotted into London, only to manage to pass through the pub while the one person we might recognise was in le pissoir. Not a total failure, however, as we went to Borders (yes, yes, but who else is open at 2130, eh?) and bought more books than is strictly sensible, especially given that we'd had a warmup round of book-buying (and Dreamcast vibration packs, natch) earlier in the day.

Back home to realise if I'm going to go on a ride that starts at the ungodly hour of 0845 I'd better fix the flat I got on Friday - before I know where I am I have fiddled with half a dozen other things and now have hands with the unique smell that is Proofide.

I should go to bed but on the return journey we bought coffee, and after battling past the coconut scented frothamochacrappas to coffee-flavoured coffee I managed to buy what is not in fact called the Bastard-Sized mug but damn well ought to be...