Pretty good weekend
Pretty good weekend.
Didn't do much Saturday, just chilled and stayed home. Had to meet Gus and Dad in the morning, so I didn't go out partying (plus between Friday and Saturday I had a stomach that had gone all South Park on me (think the episode where concerned parents besiege Comedy Central), so I figured between everything, I should probably stay home until that all settled (I bought some immodium at Tesco early Saturday night just in case).
Anyways, as predicted in the morning I felt much better. And despite me managing to be fifteen minutes late, hanging with Gus and Dad in the West End was a lot of fun, and we had lunch at a pasta place somewhere in or around Covent Garden before heading back to Gus' Hotel (supposedly in Picadilly, actually closer to Mayfair, but my grasp of London Geography is always pretty shakey).
After leaving Gus and Dad I doubled back to check some shops (and shop windows) before stopping at Leicester Square to catch the 1830 of Knocked Up, which actually turned out to be really good).
I eventually got home to find a message from a magazine editor in my inbox. More writing to do this week then.
All good.
Over and out.
-J
Didn't do much Saturday, just chilled and stayed home. Had to meet Gus and Dad in the morning, so I didn't go out partying (plus between Friday and Saturday I had a stomach that had gone all South Park on me (think the episode where concerned parents besiege Comedy Central), so I figured between everything, I should probably stay home until that all settled (I bought some immodium at Tesco early Saturday night just in case).
Anyways, as predicted in the morning I felt much better. And despite me managing to be fifteen minutes late, hanging with Gus and Dad in the West End was a lot of fun, and we had lunch at a pasta place somewhere in or around Covent Garden before heading back to Gus' Hotel (supposedly in Picadilly, actually closer to Mayfair, but my grasp of London Geography is always pretty shakey).
After leaving Gus and Dad I doubled back to check some shops (and shop windows) before stopping at Leicester Square to catch the 1830 of Knocked Up, which actually turned out to be really good).
I eventually got home to find a message from a magazine editor in my inbox. More writing to do this week then.
All good.
Over and out.
-J
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