So we saw Cassie last night. She'd pretty much just got in from Heathrow before was out the door again to Chinatown for dinner. I think she'd been in tourist mode from the airport, because it wasn't long before she was posing next to the bustop sign in anticipation of catching a picture with a London bus. Took a break at Hsiang's after dinner, and was going to wait for Young to arrive at about 11.30, but couldn't take it, had to go home and sleep.
Last night the London Underground was completely owned by large groups of rowdy guys and tipsy girls, making everyone else cower in expectation of a high-spirited drunken riot amidst staggering bodies and crushed toes, especially since the train driver was just as anxious to get his round over with.
Spent Friday night at Evan's in Richmond. That was fun, right up to about Monopoly, because Tish and I were disposed quite quickly, and Evan battled gallantly before conceding defeat. Weng was too lucky...or was he? Actually enjoyed British television prior to that, although I wasn't too impressed with Jonathan Ross, who's uniqueness is completely dependent on his inability to pronounce his 'r's and his awful awful mullet, which actually doesn't make him all that special I suppose.
I'm absolutely desperate for the holidays to start, but for now I'll take comfort in a pint of BnJs chocolate fudge brownie and some strawberries. I can't believe Aaron's on the way home, that he'll be in beautifully warm weather surrounded by good food and a car by this time tomorrow.
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