Borders night without the Borders

Met up with Claire, Mark and Tom in the Ben Crouch. Mark and Claire were a little late and Tom and I nearly joined the Vampyr Society in a moment of tedium . But we refrained. After vying with Pink Floyd for 40 minutes or so, took ourselves off to Bodeans in Soho for a BBQ and some strangely disturbing conversation ("who WAS the first naked man you ever saw?").

Then to the Coach and Horses, also loud, and in my case, back to Victoria. As usual, the night train was full of people you just instinctively want to kick to death.

Overheard: "Well, you never complained when I touched you before, you stupid bitch! You used to BEG for it!" Lovely.

Apology

For our fuckwitted Royal scion.

He's not my responsibility, thank God. But apologies anyway.