Foggy
Working hard this morning on various ailment copy. The man cold has now settled onto my chest and I am intermittently feverish. Once this was done I went off into Brighton to buy a few pressies for Anton, as it was his brithday. Also to sort out my Blackberry, which is not only frozen, but now officially dead. After some to-ing and fro-ing they have agreed to courier the part of the phone that does not work any more tomorrow. Every piece of technology I own is failing piece by piece.
Went into a record shop and sore a vinyl single called Virgo Four Perfection, which seemed an ideal purchase for Anton. However when I got it home, the title had changed to Virgo Four Resurrection, which isn't the same thing at all. I also went into a charity shop and got some more vinyl for him. It staffed by a pair of least convincing angular male to female transgender ladies I have ever seen, both rather tightly lipped and unsmiling until you start to chat.
A nice afternoon, though somewhat worn thin by coughing and so on. In the evening up to seven dials through a thick sea fog. Anna and Anton sitting outside a restaurant with intermittent heating as banks of Jack the Ripper fog drift past. Both looking tanned and relaxed after a couple of weeks in France. Some friends of Anton and Anna's passed, talking about pea-soupers. Then off to the new Seven Dials where Martin and Sam were waiting. The place is under new ownership, but the food was disappointing and took forever to arrive. I had crispy rabbit starter, but spent much of the time wishing they'd get a hop on. It was nice to see Martin and Sam who I'd not seen for at least a year.
Home through the fog, feeling rather tired and wussy, before diving swiftly for bed.
Working hard this morning on various ailment copy. The man cold has now settled onto my chest and I am intermittently feverish. Once this was done I went off into Brighton to buy a few pressies for Anton, as it was his brithday. Also to sort out my Blackberry, which is not only frozen, but now officially dead. After some to-ing and fro-ing they have agreed to courier the part of the phone that does not work any more tomorrow. Every piece of technology I own is failing piece by piece.
Went into a record shop and sore a vinyl single called Virgo Four Perfection, which seemed an ideal purchase for Anton. However when I got it home, the title had changed to Virgo Four Resurrection, which isn't the same thing at all. I also went into a charity shop and got some more vinyl for him. It staffed by a pair of least convincing angular male to female transgender ladies I have ever seen, both rather tightly lipped and unsmiling until you start to chat.
A nice afternoon, though somewhat worn thin by coughing and so on. In the evening up to seven dials through a thick sea fog. Anna and Anton sitting outside a restaurant with intermittent heating as banks of Jack the Ripper fog drift past. Both looking tanned and relaxed after a couple of weeks in France. Some friends of Anton and Anna's passed, talking about pea-soupers. Then off to the new Seven Dials where Martin and Sam were waiting. The place is under new ownership, but the food was disappointing and took forever to arrive. I had crispy rabbit starter, but spent much of the time wishing they'd get a hop on. It was nice to see Martin and Sam who I'd not seen for at least a year.
Home through the fog, feeling rather tired and wussy, before diving swiftly for bed.
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