Friday took me down to see Swan, Devito and his new Missus (Ainowa, pronounced ‘I Know Her’ or for those not good at Spanish, ‘Arnold’) in London.

Duffy joined us a little later on in Walkabout and we ended up all going our seperate ways for the night after a little bit of business card banter, a little bit of being thrown out of a bar, and a little bit of sleeping on the pavement.

The next morning I met up with Sammi in Covent Garden for pasties and talk about her new charity… I’ve not really been involved in this stuff properly before (not on a permanent basis anyway) and it’s really good that I’ve finally found a way in and to help contribute.

While we sat above the pasty shop we were also entertained by London’s Fittest Fire Fighter competition which spanned all age groups and at it’s toughest, focussed on a 15 and a 16 year old girl doing a hose run in full breathing gear up 10 flights of fire escape. It looked knackering from over the crust of my fat chicken pasty.

In the afternoon I went to see John in his new house in Barons Court and stayed for food (the only reason I ever visit John) before slipping back over to Duffy’s to get ready to go out in Angel.

Butts & Sean joined us at The York before moving off to The Embassy and finally The Big Chill. I was glad we had managed to get together as it was sheer luck we were all available this one weekend. When we got back in it was getting lightish, so I took Duffy’s sleeping bag and went to sleep out on the sunlounger on the balcony. It’s not often you get to watch sunrise over the London skyline, and with Duff moving out shortly, it is going to be the last at that flat at least.

Next morning I was up and off and back in The ‘Bridge after a greasy breakfast and a return train home. Good times.