(SATURDAY. 7pm) -- Retrieved Lady Di from outside the office. It was such a beautiful day, blue skies and puffy white clouds and the West End bathed in sunshine. As a Brit you learn from an early age to be disappointed by the skies, so when summer reverts to type and actually delivers some real summer weather it can be rather overwhelming.
London looked so great that I bought this souvenir (see image above) from a stall on Regent’s Street. Some fabulous highlights I’m sure you’ll agree, but have you noticed the glaring factual error? Answers of course on a postcard to the usual address.
Rode home to Dalston via Regent’s Canal. The serene scene was slightly marred by Lady Di, who has begun emitting terrible crunching and squeaking noises from her wobbly front wheel. The sound at times can resemble birdcalls -- I’m sure I saw a Canada goose eyeing her suspiciously from the canal. Definitely got to get that front wheel sorted out.
Rode home to Dalston via Regent’s Canal. The serene scene was slightly marred by Lady Di, who has begun emitting terrible crunching and squeaking noises from her wobbly front wheel. The sound at times can resemble birdcalls -- I’m sure I saw a Canada goose eyeing her suspiciously from the canal. Definitely got to get that front wheel sorted out.
On the subject of things that fly, the Serpentine in Hyde Park was the venue for the Red Bull Flugtag this afternoon. This is one of those things where people with a slight death wish run off the end of a pier strapped into a homemade flying machine. Usually they go headfirst into the water as the contraption they’ve spent days making proves utterly useless.
Since extra points are awarded for the artistic merit of the machine, the more outrageous the better. Last time the event took place in London, the winning design featured a baby grand piano and a chicken-flinging contraption. All brilliant, pointless fun. Sadly, it was an all-ticket affair so I missed out on the magnificent men in their flying machines.
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