Sunday, August 22, 2004

Out for drinks last night to celebrate Gypsy Lantern's birthday, sitting in The Foundry and trying to ignore the painfully hip residents of Shoreditch gyrating around us, big huggles to Plums and The Boy Fly especially.

Otherwise, a note to myself is to never ever go into town if the tube has been deliberately closed for engineering work. This is because the road system in North London is completely fucked, especially around Golders Green, although it didn't help that the police had shut the road beyond the Hippodrome. But the bus from Edgware to Hampstead was a picnic compared to coming home at 11:00 pm and having to wait on the Hampstead pavement for the replacement bus to get me home. I mean, have you been in Hampstead around midnight on a Saturday night? To misquote Blackadder, eternity in the company of Satan and all his hellish minions is a picnic compared to ten minutes in Hampstead on a Saturday night. Managed to get on the third bus and get a seat, but we had a second bus behind us which people didn't seem to notice as they pushed onto our one, right to the front. I wasn't sure that they'd be able to close the door.

Things eased up once we'd got to Golders Green and a lot of people jumped off there but then tempers flared when it turned out the bus driver wasn't going to Brent Cross tube station, several people forced the doors open and jumped out the bus. When we got to Hendon I found out that the bus wasn't going to Colindale tube either so got out there and walked the rest of the way home. So much for a replacement bus service. So that's an experience I don't particularly want to repeat.

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