Well. been a hectic few days.. Thursday, drinks in London (My friends 24th). Spent the night drinking, and talking, and generally relishing the luxury of being out. Friday, was even better, as more drinks, firstly in Bishopsgate, then eventually to Rasa. Had a great meal with good company.. Then on to Bar Red, for college friend's birthday. Champagne, and cocktails.... Then on to a 'flat' in Soho.. The guy who's flat it was, was a tad on the 'media' tip. A life groomed from early childhood to adulthood for attention thrill seeking ego satisfaction, ascetic empire building. Not entirely bad experience, but I would not remained in his not so hospitable company had it not been entertaing to see the interaction between his girlfriend and him. I remember that in the flat one entire wall was covered totally with 'real' life size pictures of 1970's American target practice pictures. (Gay coppers in tight police uniforms and moustaches..hrrrm!?). Then onto a bar opposite his flat... And then to Stoke Newington - to stay the night.

Saturday was spent putting my head back together, but done in the most pleasurable way.. Lovely. Then to the depths of Watford (YES!? Watford) for the 30th Birthday party of a good dear old friend. ( I bought an Atari emulator for him.)- Watford?! The place that I associate with my own coming of therapy age (I had therapy here in the late 1990's). But I can say, Watford never fails to deliver the coup-de-grace of low culture masses phobia inducing vomit stained, cheap bitter aftertaste hangover from small town bullshit. The town centre, when the bars close becomes last chance saloon, cock fighting display of drunken brazenness. Maybe its just the way it should be, except I wish it was without me!