Beer last night in the Soho Theatre Bar (very smart, crap service, bloody expensive) and the Bath House (a “proper” pub), both in Dean Street, Soho. The assembled company consisted of (in no particular order) Marcia, Mike, Cal, Mo, Nick, Tom, Bella and Meerkat. An excellent evening.
Once again I only just made the train home – I suppose I have to get my adrenalin rushes from somewhere, but sprinting across the concourse at Victoria is not a great place for it.
separating the wanted from the unwanted