Distractions

So sometimes a girl just doesn't want to go out. Tonight, despite every bone in my body telling me to go home, I attempted some fun at Skylon, which I am determined to get to one of these days. Turns out it wasn't going to be today, as S and I were barred from getting in thanks to some camera crew, no doubt filming the endless chic and delicious cocktails that I probably shouldn't have been drinking on a Tuesday night anyway.

So we had a drink to celebrate S's new and beautiful relationship in the main hall. Shame I forgot I'm a member of the Southbank Centre - although let's face it, their member's bar isn't a lot to write home about; that said, first call on tickets to Doris Lessing and JG Ballard makes it massively worth it...

Anyway. I found myself home earlier than necessarily planned and trying to ignore a certain amount of post-last-week-date radio silence. I've been distracting myself thinking about all the things I could be doing if I wasn't working so hard, courtesy of Kultureflash - surely the best site of the year, and much less commercial than Urban Junkies, which I was horrified to see advertised on the crappy TV, otherwise known as noise pollution, that blights every journey I take on the Heathrow Express.

I plan to do the lottery on Saturday so that I can quit all my jobs and become a full time Londoner.