The Lido

Some kind of biker gathering at the cafe I'd ear-marked to be my new Sunday 13th Note Sunday Telegraph and cappucino place.

Displays of people doing wheelies on their bikes, short but buxom models who look like Lucy Porter being photographed next to bikes, and people burning rubber.

For 2 London Comedy points, I think I saw the chap who played Tyres in Spaced. Shorter hair mind.

Back in Regents Park. It ain't the Note. Am I missing Get Off My Pavement this weekend?

The nonogram was a bit difficult and the weather was as I have come to expect. I headed along to Camden via the canal, its nice. Had one of those wee chinese meal things, sweet and sour chicken, hard to tell where the batter ended and the chicken began.

Received word from Fiona and a location. I only know of Hampstead Heath through gay political scandals, but it was rather nice. Some outdoor swimming pool called The Lido, young people in swimming costumes, warm water and Fiona + boyf.

It'd been three or four years since I last saw her and she was in fie form. We talked shop, we talked London, people and property prices. I went for a swim in my trusty Dog Town shorts (last swam in in Stockholm '05). We wandered through the heath and had diner in a 'gastro-pub'.

They even walked me to an underground station to get home.

Ah, friends in London, crisis of loneliness averted.

Also, plans changed so I'll be heading to Glasgow on Wednesday, to see people, and return to London on Saturday in time to catch a friend for drinks.

First invokation of Venn

Check it out, I'm on the underground, in London, heading to Camden, listening to my iPod. God bless random, so far I've had Bis, Blur, Architecture in Helsink and Astrid, the last two of whom are playing shows in London next week.

Still blazing hot sunshine here and I'm struggling to figure how, when and where to eat. Yesterday I'd left a dark chocolate Toblerone in my car all day, when I got round to eating it, it was pretty much liquid, even with a spoon, it went everywhere.

Time passes, in some sleepy pub in Camden, in honour of Robbie, a pint of ale, dunno if its any good, but maybe he'll be proud.

I feel I'm only half here. Usually in Camden I'm with friends, Robbie, Jax, Aditi, Paul, Nick.

Awaiting contact from friends, but right now I'm bored and going over comments on LNFGIES.

Bearing in mind the Gresham Flyers non-review makes up about 1% of the reviews on the site, but seems to have generated a lot of interest, especially from Rachel's Facebook page, thank god I can't see what it says.

Idles reckons its complicated, lets invoke Venn

This beer ain't so good.

Heading to Regents Park now, maybe Primrose Hill. Was it 2005?

There's some festival thing in Regents, it appears to be sold out, some fruit juice based village fete style thing. Do I review it from the outside or wander home.

Louis Theroux bonus points? Probably just the one.

I wish I had friends here to drink wine with, this is the time and the summer, rather than all those cute tourist people passing by. I feel sunburn coming on.