Insight

I think this is something you could only fully understand if you’ve spent some time on this island... Remember, “out of my tree” and “pissed” mean drunk here.

Weekend 1, Part One

We wound up not going to the Stella Artois Championships. After supper at home last night we did go to Barcode, where it was rather crowded and the boys were quite frisky. Then we took the 94 Night Bus back to Holland Park Avenue.

Barcode
Waiting for night bus

Today Steven went to the gym and then came home to take a nap. I went to meet Suzette and her sister Rachel at the Tate Britain because Steven said the Turner Prize short-list work was there. Turns out it wasn't. Niether were Suzette & Rachel, who were at the Tate Modern. Taking advantage of the perfect excuse, I hopped the Damien Hirst-designed Tate to Tate boat. After lunch, on the way to Waterloo Station, we passed a procession of hundreds of naked bicycle riders. I had to force myself to stop ogling and take a couple of pictures.

Naked cyclists
More naked cyclists