went for beer last night in the Nags (briefly) and then headed down to W2, in the company of Arron (who is off to St Lucia for a week – envy!) and Sarah. The girls behind the bar (Claudette and Michelle) had dressed up for Comic Relief – or should I say, “undressed-up”. Al was wearing the loudest shirt in history as well, which, to be honest, was much less easy on the eye than the girls’ attire! I don’t know how much money they had by the end of the evening, but at around 10pm Michelle told me they had collected more than £300, which is pretty darned good.
Sarah came back to mine for coffee and we chewed the rag. I wasn’t in the most bouyant of moods, and can’t say I feel much more cheerful this morning (which is not helped by a hangover and awful weather). However, the new issue of wallpaper* arrived this morning, and that has helped.
separating the wanted from the unwanted