London.

Great times in London town.

Getting the hang of the underground system.

Coffee with Mr Whitfield in the Monocle cafe. Thanks for the warm welcome Mark - we had a great time. Buckweeds is still in joyful shock after the Japanese heated toilet seat extravaganza.

Mexican street food with Jolly and Foz. (Still upset by that mushroom wrap thing that got past me though. (Sneaky, evil creations). Gratitude is due to Foz for making the effort to come a long way to meet us. Still not sure what that chap in the Chandos pub said to you mind…

An evening at the Barbican with the mellow sounds of Tindersticks. Wonderful. Didn’t play 'My Sister' but a stunning version of 'My oblivion' made up for it.

Partaking of the Grey Goose.

London Walls hotel. Bellinis and chocolates on our arrival and a free rubber duck on our arrival (not rhyming slang).

White dressing gowns, slippers (too small) and cable TV. 

Moo pie and a couple of beers at The 'Perseverance'

Lambs Conduit street; excellent for a wander.

Full Turkish shave and a haircut at Ted's. Watching Gavin really get into it : especially as one of the chaps massaged his eye brows. Hmmmm.

Being asked if we worked in menswear in 'Universal Works'. Turns out the guy knew someone we knew in Hereford. We are everywhere…

Early morning fry up in the Conduit Cafe.

Nick Cave giving it the beans at the Apollo. Shouting at people using camera phones in the audience. Heaven.

Stagger Lee, Jubilee street, God is in the house and Deanna being amazing set high points.

Wandering around the backstreets of Holborn and Camden.

Never seems to be enough time and I have a long list of more things I need to see and do.

To sum it up I came home and felt like Barry Egan:

Thanks London. 

You're not too bad at all really.