... I rediscovered London. On a fabulous day there are probably a lot worse places to be than the 28th Floor of Centrepoint in the middle of London, looking out over the parks, the river and the spectactulat British Museum atrium roof.

This was of course slightly soured by having to be in work, but was pleasant enough, got to see my old boss again (and remind myself how small he is), and good company on the train back provided by caddyman and a couple of bags of LRP props.

Now, must do some more work on my NWO brief.

Last night was great. westernind rocks. Well, not literally. But she did win "most obvious cleavage in the choir".

Current Mood: peaceful