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London update the fourth

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London update the fourth

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So I'm sitting in the guest room writing this. After putting together furniture the night prior to last night, a bunch of Dexter was watched. Then bed.

Up, and so to the shower, breaking of fast, and then off to London Pride. This felt a heck of a lot less crowded than the SF Pride celebrations. lyricagent is smarter than me and managed to remember to bring a camera- I'll be borrowing some of the shots that were taken. Among highlights:
-the sheer politeness of various people in saying things like 'oh, you're turned about, aren't you?' and pointing me in the right direction
-discovering I'm a hell of a lot more willing to say 'I may be mistaken about where we're going: where's the ay to zed?' and only getting a block or two out of the way.
-the cheerful willingness of others to tell me where the pink-red-and-white Union Jacks were for sale
-being able to pass that info on to someone who wanted to buy the flag I'd bought for myself
-trudging around in circles upon circles through Trafalgar, Piccadilly, Charing Cross, and so on- probably 6 hours on my feet, all told
-lyricagent spotting Trevor Horn (Art of Noise, produced Yes' album 90125, the Angel Heart soundtrack, as well as Grace Jones, Pet Shop Boys' album Fundamental, among a hell of a lot of other things) on his way out of a Pizza Express
-coming home completely exhausted with two bottles of white wine we didn't even touch
-seeing Boy George performing live at a small stage about 20-30 feet away, duetting with a fabulous tranny on a sort of country song titled 'Spoiling It For the Others'. info here, as well as a listen-here link: I suspect that this would be a terrific theme song for the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

Today, after all that trudging around, is going to be quiet. Booked my travel for Edinburgh: I'll be there for a bit more than 24 hours, hanging out with bogboblin and his mum. This should be entertaining- and so should getting into King's Cross @ 23:30 and making my way into the South on my own.

Probably finishing off season 1 of Dexter in a bit, and maybe visiting the Croydon Forbidden Planet to pick up a copy of Final Watch, as not a single shop in the city I live in has this beast on the shelves (I called everywhere I thought might, before leaving, as I was HOPING to read it on the plane to London). Some gameplan for forthcoming week will happen, too, as the Royal Academy of Arts has a J. W. Waterhouse exhibition on and that's something I want to take in- so's the Mary Rose salvaged stuff that's in Croydon.
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