Well, that time of year again... my annual exodus to the old smoke and a weekend of drugs, sex and rock & roll. Have to admit these days that tends to be paracetamol, not a chance in hell, and pub background music. Still, things could be worse! I did my obligatory Tower of London 'receding hairline' shot... note how over the years I show less and less of myself... vain glorious indeed.
Things started off well - a neighbour seeing me walking to the station gave me a lift as I was, as usual, running late. Following a nice trip on the train I arrived at the new style accommodation... double room in a house with shared bathrooms etc. 15 minute walk from Prince Regent DLR and I arrived just after 1 o'clock... to cut a short anecdote even shorter, they had forgotten we'd arranged an early check in so I ended up meeting Asgard Mark at The Fox pub along with all my luggage and afternoon travelling plans cancelled. Rather annoying. A nice drink with Mark and Germy who I hadn't seen sitting nearby as I had my glasses on the top of my head. Good evening followed by a relatively early trip back to the room which turned out to be something of a dump although serviceable... for double room read single bed in small room. Grrr.