w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

The Thames looked like Muranese glass this morning. I felt like turning right, going down to the Embankment, picking up a small motor boat and heading down river, out through the estuary out to sea.

I shouldn’t be here today. I was due to head off down to the coast on business, but with the inevitable unpredictability of my average working day, I’m back here at the ‘puter, where I’ll be counting characters. Yes, really. The FSA will have a lot to answer for, come the revolution.

And it’s dress-down day where I was scheduled to go. I’d have been spared the habitual eight hours of wearing a coloured rope around my neck – something which, at the rebellious age of c.17, I avowed I’d never succumb to. Yet here I am, many many years on, wearing one.

Still, it means I’ll be around for virtual cocktails this afternoon. Do yourself a favour and grab a seat in the lounge around 4ish. You won’t be disappointed.

Great weekend, y’all.