camrogers | London. Morning 5. The Dev. (Reply)

I'm sitting in a cafe, just before marching to the tube station to get a connecting train from St Pancras to Gatwick. Flight's on, so I'm off.

This morning I managed to miss London Bridge station and wound being catapulted deep into some seriously green and pleasant land. St. Alban's to be exact. Glad I got to see the countryside, at least. Even if I couldn't afford the time. But I made it back, narrowly avoided a fine in the process, packed, got the bartender to print my ticket and now I'm here.

Last night was one of the single best nights I've had in a really, really long time.

Adrian really is a dead ringer for a Hugo Weaving/Ian McKellen hybrid. We've been talking on and off since the alt.gothic-on-Fidonet days of the mid-Nineties. Fantastic to finally meet him. Good to see Dave after so long as well. London seems to suit him well. Karen was fun as ever - though I still remain unconvinced of the fundamental efficacy of engram transference in preserving an individual (did I even say that right?)

So we drank, talked a hell of a lot, laughed, drank, ranted, drank... Really must do it again. Hopefully in August. And now I really have to run.