A very pleasant Sunday.
Had a swim then lunch in the Oak with Mr Adams (he was in the Fifth Element, you know), followed by a stroll across the Milennium bridge and around St Paul's where we saw these military types strutting their stuff.
Then got the bus to Brixton with Shelly for Petra and Richie's farewell South London Club bash at the Windmill. Sadly missed the mighty Bib but saw the excellent Shimmy Rivers and and Canal, the fabulous Jesus Licks and the really rather startling goff project of James III and the Courtesan with Michael Garrad. The Crops had been invited to play too. Would have been good but alas TV Magic is poncing about in New York. Felt a bit fragile this morning afer perhaps one Newcastle Brown too many, but managed to swim off the hangover. Hard work, but worth it if you can muster up the energy.
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