my friends are going to judge me. I was in London this weekend for a brief stay with a friend and succumbed to buying a pair of clear glasses. It's like a dirty little desire that's been festering away within me. I can't help it, sometimes I wish I was shortsighted just so that I could socially acceptably wear lenses. from here on I must tread carefully; my dear friend Emily, herself a genuine glasses wearer has little patience for the likes of the club I am now enrolled in.
Moving swiftly on; London was lovely. Since my Aunt traded her life in Finsbury Park for a new chapter in Buckinghamshire and Babyraising my visits have been less frequent so I've missed the Big Smoke somewhat. On Saturday though me and Tom met for lunch at Portobello Market and spent the rest of the day wearing our legs out with a walk around the city; through Hyde and St James Parks, Westminster, Trafalgar Sq and to Shaftesbury Ave to catch the afternoon showing of Four Lions. Four Lions was as expected very funny in parts although somewhat tarnished by an overzealous audience member who HAWHAWed at anything vaguely amusing. Later we went back to Dalston and stayed in with a Thali takeaway and watched The Graduate. Which I had somehow never seen and fell in love with it just as much as I would have predicted. The soundtrack was one of my favourites anyway especially after playing it repeatedly on vinyl when we stayed with our Los Angeles couchsurfers.
So for start of the week, a little Simon and Garfunkel in homage to a timelessly brilliant film.