It's a very grey but horribly dull morning in t'City. (That's London, for the benefit of my Japanese and Mexican Referrers.)
The sort of day when you know the sun's up, but can hardly believe it?
A sallow pallor on every callow face.
For only the third time since I re-located here, I'm heading off East to my old (work) stomping ground. And given the bizarre events on the two previous trips, I wonder what female interraction will happen this time? (If I was clever enough, I'd link back to the posts which recounted those events, but hey ho..)
Anglian, here we come.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:26 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
