Cultured, me?

For reasons I’ve not yet been able to fathom I became a member of the Tate last Saturday.

Therefore, tonight I will be hanging around the Tate Modern Members’ bar balcony watching the sun set over London (ah, that’s why I joined!).

After this evening of high culture I will then be visiting a friend’s to watch the final of Big Brother.

I am concerned my brain may not be able to handle the resulting “pressure drop” in culture.

Backs of people’s heads

Went to Regent Street to look at the F1 thing yesterday evening.

As luck would have it, a friend of one of my friends joined us and he works for McLaren and so we got a walk around the paddock.

After leaving the paddock we became normal people again and it was already way too crowded to see anything. All we really saw was the backs of people’s heads (as expected).

Eventually we gave up and went to the pub.

Empty-ish Regent Street at lunchtime
Empty-ish Regent Street at lunchtime
David Coulthard’s Car
David Coulthard's Car
David Coulthard’s Car
David Coulthard's Car
A B.A.R. car
A B.A.R. car
One way of seeing the action
One way of seeing the action
Another way of seeing the action
Another way of seeing the action
One of the best ways of watching it all
One of the best ways of watching it all
Overloaded Scaffolding
Overloaded Scaffolding

Walking home

Yesterday I walked home from work.

It just seemed less hassle than waiting for bus that wasn’t packed.

I was very surprised to find it only took me 3 minutes more to walk than my normal bus journey home.

I should walk more often.

White van man

Some workman chappie is in our office today.

He was just moaning to someone that thanks to the bleedin’ congestion charge he can no longer drive to work so now he has to stand on the tube bashing people’s legs with his bag.

Kinda warms the heart when you think about it.

New office

I’m moving to a new office.

I went to see it today.

It’s very high up, with a great view over London, if I get a window seat that is.

It also means I can catch the bus to work instead of the tube.

Time to buy me a portable DAB radio then.

Then I can be the idiot sat on the bus laughing at Danny Baker on the way to work.