um. briefly. like jockley. portobello rd with all the italians looking for the pretty door (dov'e?). dodgy cherry guy. velvet jacket for bryce. handbag for shippie. shirts for leanne. cd for me (rjd2 thank you - first cd purchase since 2003! because i was too lazy to downsteal it. what is the world cominng to?). alana - what did you get? kane got a smile and some sunshine.
a little bit of wandering off the beaten track took us thru notthinghill and on the way in hyde for the tour de france... which decided to start in london this year... so there were chaps (are there any ladies?) riding along a support vehicle complete with 3 changes of bicycle - just in case you didn't have anything to wear i guess. flouro lycra only goes so far (yeah like back 20 years. it really was that long ago. and that was the LATE 80s)
more lying around in the sund and back to relax on the deck (feijoa 42 below never tasted so good!), a little dinner and some sprucing before landing ourselves on to the district line and into the suber club FABRIC (forever more THE FRIDGE thanks to leanne).
how do i describe it? memories. clean. star trek hand dryers. really. doorman at the toilet cubicles (who needs engaged anymore?) techno room. detroit house room. dubby bass moving into housey house room. chill out beds. munters from munterville (fat ladies arms was mentioned more than once). guantanamo bay for smokers (herded into corrals for general mockery and derision). PA was solid all round. djs mediocre. company: genius.
taxi ride thru the deserted streets of london under the scruffy dawn sky was a treat. the sunrise over shephards bush with eggs and toast quite a treat. saying farewell to chums less so. but then they were going on to the holiday of a lifetime so i didn't feel so sad...
love
bryce: infinitely good or infinitely evil? you tell us.
kane and leanne. a little bit of gissy for us all.
one of 20 cctvs in the kitchen
not so secret
afterwards
