London was looking a bit sexy yesterday, wasn't it? All that late summer sun, gentle breeze and the bracing whiff of baked tramp wee. Unbeatable. I spent most of the day walking - insisting that a long-suffering soul walk to Paddington rather than catch the tube, and then rambling back to Holborn. The sites were amazing - not just pretty boys, but every few streets something remarkable - a petting zoo, a Socialist book sale, a woman trying to eat ice cream through her veil.
And then, in the evening, a rather lovely party where everyone wore hats. I would have gone on clubbing but a) I'd spent my clubbing money on sushi and b) I was dressed as a builder.