A minor hangover
Last night was a good ‘un, starting off with a visit to the trusty Albert for a chum’s birthday. For the first time this year it was a bit nippy in the garden, which means one thing: Autumn’s on its way. Woohoo!
Later on, trudged up Brixton Hill to catch the tail end of Vic’s fine Poetry Corner – I’d missed the poetry but managed to get thoroughly blasted by a ‘avin’ it punk band. Good stuff!
