The Book of Sifty

facing backwards on the train 7:26AM

Back in London at the dodgy Spanish guys Internet shop/dairy. Still they have full blown PCs rather than the terminals that some other places have. So I can use Word without paying extra for it.

Got back about 6pm on Saturday. It felt a lot later since its getting dark so early now. By 4pm its basically dark in the city. Suck.

On the train back I had to sit in one of the seats facing backwards. This didn't help my rather shady, slightly hung over state. In fact by the time I got home I had the full on shakes. Not good. Got some decent food into me, and felt much better. I was planning to go out clubbing with some mates. But they decided to head off to a pub then some party. Both of which were on the other side of London. I couldn't really be arsed with the epic tube mission that would require. It would have been about 45 probably, and including the walk at either end would have been up to an hour!. Even Veronikas offer of a party in Angel, that's only 5 stops on the tube line near our place felt like too far. So it was a night on the couch enjoying the marvels of Sky Digital (15 or so music TV channels, more movies than you could wish for and a channel devoted entirely to snowboarding).

Sunday I went for a budget food shopping mission with Veronika to the super sized Tesco down Old Kent road then joined Marcus at the 'Stop the War' protest in Trafalgar square. Now how I feel about all the various complex issues involved with this whole thing would take hours to write about. But I will say this. I was a little disappointed with the number of what I will call 'fringe' groups, flogging their own hobby horse issue. I thought the protest would have been a lot stronger if people had just had the one message of 'Stop the War', which is what everybody has in common across all these groups. That there other options to bombing the hell out of things. But by having so many different issues trying to get attention sort of detracted from that one statement.

Still I suppose that it's a very complex situation and to ignore all the various elements isn't doing it justice.

Heavy Duty 7:32AM

Whaoh thats a bit heavy for my entries!

Anyway on the way back from seeing Heather off to Europe (she leaves tomorrow), I was trying out a different route. It passes a whole lot of local Pubs. (Most of which don't look like my kettle of fish) I did notice that all had 'air-lock' style doors. That you enter one door off the footpath, into a sort holding area, then another door into the main pub.
Now are these to keep the cold out or the smoke in