Sunday 11th October 2009
Good old life, always there to throw you a curveball/remind you not to take everything too seriously/take things seriously/give you a sharp whack of perspective right between the eyes.
Went off to the British Museum earlier, then popped down to Regents Street so Amy could pick up some new in-ear heaphones, stopped for a couple of pints in The Clachan (nice beers, crap food).
Apart from the bus journey home, all was going pretty well, until I got in, and discovered that a couple of friends were in a car crash a couple of weeks ago, which killed one of them. So yeah, that sucks. I'm sure you'll excuse me if I leave this one short, and go and raise a glass or two.