Said goodbye to Jenn last night with a big boozy dinner at Oxo Tower. Stunning views, but rather uninspiring food. Go for cocktails at the bar, but skip the Brasserie and it's fusion nonsense. The duck rillette was greasy and tasted of tinned meat, but the pan fried sea bass was nice. Jenn's off to San Francisco and an impressive VP media job. How inspiring.
Saturday stayed in a watched Bowling for Columbine on the telly. I was prepared to dislike Michael Moore -- his flippancy and general disheveledness in the media -- but the documentary is compelling and disturbing. The security camera tapes from Columbine are difficult to watch, but no less so than the ultra-smug Charlton Heston, clearly feeble but evil enough to appear in communities hit by gun violence to rally the NRA hours after people have died.
The England Rugby team do their celebrational parade down Oxford Street today to Trafalgar Square. People have queued up since 11pm last night for the 20 minutes or so that the team will be there. Oh well. Good on them anyway. It was a brilliant game.
Getting rather excited to go home and see everyone. Won't be long no. Better do some shopping.
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