6:20 a.m. Thursday 7th December 2017
The phone rings, waking me up suddenly.
“Did you order a taxi?”, said the voice on the other end of the line.
I groggily confirmed that I had indeed ordered a taxi the day before, shitting myself at the sudden realisation that I’d slept in.
“Well, we just buzzed your property and someone said that they hadn’t ordered a taxi”.
Then a pause.
“Okay, we’ll sort it; we’ll send another driver out”.
And that’s how this trip to London almost never began before it even started, dear reader.
10:30 a.m. (ish)
…And I’m standing in King’s Cross Square filming this on my Samsung phone:
Actually, upon walking around the sculpture, I don’t think it’s a cock at all… it has a nipple thing going on if anything.
Whatever. In any case, I’m pleased that I’ve got there okay after the three hour train ride and I text my friend the fellow blogger Michael Dempsey (of Recovering from Recovery fame).
I like London – so different to the goldfish bowl that is Hartlepool where everything and everyone seems to move so slooowly; now this is more my speed.
Amusingly, a chav accuses me of being a homeless person as he and his dickhead friends walk past.
Crikey, I knew that I was a bit unkempt that morning, but come on! Haha.
…As for the rest of the day, it’s a bit of a blur after I meet up with Michael. Tiredness started to set in quite badly by mid afternoon. But, as ever, it’s great to see Michael and catch up.
We have a walk around central London for a bit and the tour helps give me an idea of where I need to be for the special service commemorating victims of murder on Saturday.
A good day overall, despite the poor start.
Tomorrow/today I intend to get along to the National Portrait Gallery and visit an AA meeting – just because I’ve never attended a meeting in the capital and I have a feeling that it might be quite fun. Besides, it’s about time I claimed my chips.
Hey, why not?
The day closes with fish and chips and then coffee back at Mike’s place. Overall, it’s been a fun day spent in good company, but I am a little whacked. Time to retire.
And with that, I bid you adieu for now dear reader.