Care Factor

BEDFORD ROAD: So Charlie's gone. Now I know some of you, particularly those of you with UK addresses, are saying so what. And indeed at times I ponder those very syllables. So what?

Well we will miss him, at least on the balance of probablities it seems that way. We had his going away party on Friday night in a pub in Notting Hill and then went to some after party at some Portobello club called The Neighbourhood where they played crap techno but I couldn't leave because it was Charlie's party. I guess that's what Gitmo feels like.

Saturday was mostly taken up with recovering from a Fried Chicken binge and then giving the little pikey an escort out to Heathrow. Sunday, having consumed only one unit of alcohol the previous day, I got up bright and early and went jogging through both Wandsworth and Clapham Commons. Then I visited an exhibition called The Ship: The Art of Climate Change at the Natural History Museum at the Natural History Museum with Lisa before going to some shitty free music festival in Regent's Park.

The thing about London's parks at the moment is that they are all dustbowls, looking uglier than Beaudesert after a four year drought. So while in theory it might've been nice to relax on the grass on a summers day, for all intents and purposes I could've been watching Indecent Obsession at the Ipswich Show. Please rain. I'm asking nicely. I moved continents to stop asking that question and where has it got me?