If it were Roman times I am sure we would be blaming the Gods for the bad weather on one of our few bank holiday weekends.
Although it was rather warm, the precipitation was heavy.
We had hoped yesterday to possibly go to the "I love Vauxhall" street fayer, but as it was pouring with rain decided that was a waste of time.
Dusan already had plans with his friends from work to go to Fire and told me yesterday that they had arranged to meet at 1900. A little early for a club. He was concerned that I had no plans for the evening. So I got on the phone and checked what people were doing. Lee & Matthew were going to the RVT which would be clearly rammed. I called Stuart who told me they were off to The Eagle for the Sunday Tea Dance.
So we both went to Stuarts for drinks pre going out on this nasty wet weekend.
Iionnis was home from work around 1815 and we headed the short walk to Vauxhall and then joint one of the longest queues you have ever seen for a Sunday afternoon Pub. Around 1 hour standing in line. As we queued around the building there was the odd homophobic abuse shouted by the odd mini cab driver. Excuse me, what happened to live and let live and you are clearly a long way from your home land my friend. It feels that some Londoners are so angry. No wonder there are so many stabbings.
Vauxhall used to be my home, now I dont even feel safe on the side of the street in Vauxhall. Have the Police lost control?
Stayed at the Eagle until nearly Ten PM, but then, thanks to a lack of food I needed to get home and relax. It was weird, despite the fact that I was out I knew not a single face in the crowd. It must prove how transient the populous of London is.
Today we were due over at Richard & Marks for a day at the Hot Tub they have hired, but apparantly its washed out due to the rain. We will see what we end up doing. Bring on the sunshine!
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