... a walk along the river at night. Today is supposedly the most depressing day of the year but I beg to differ. I'm just home after a lovely evening of talking cults, social movements, the tyranny of online life (erm...), and political gossip with D. In a marked departure from our usual line in dire bars, we went to one of the nicer hotel restaurants in town, Refettorio (forgive the pretentious name) at the Crowne Plaza hotel near Blackfriars. Being vaguely sensible for a Monday night, we said goodbye in enough time for me to meander home via a windswept walk along the river.
After all my recent London restlessness, it's refreshed me, and now, like the loser I am, I'm feeling rather soppy about the place. The lights of the southbank looked so pretty; the wheel has switched from its standard blue light mode and is doing all sorts of crazy things; and I crossed the river at Westminster so that I could do my favourite part of the walk, accompanied by some old-skool Pixies, on the south side opposite the houses of parliament. It's the one time that I forgive tourists for standing in the way of my power walking - man, if I 'd had a camera with me I'd be taking pictures too.
So now I'm home, putting off the packing up I'm supposed to be doing in advance of the arrival of the builders tomorrow morning... one of these days I'll live somewhere else, but right now - it's all about London...
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