Today I find myself being reminded of a very happy memory. A first time in fact. I'm still in the post-Eroticon blues period today, but anticipating this, I'd booked the two days after as time off to recover. My significant other had an appointment in Central London today, and she asked me to take the tube journey in with her as we'd not seen much of each other for a few days. This left me with a few hours to kill. What's a bored boy to do? I could get right back on the tube and spend a few hours at my keyboard... or I could spend it as a tourist. I'm a Londoner (I live about as far out as possible but still in a London borough. That counts right?) As a Londoner, I rarely take the time to look around, really look around at the glorious architecture around me. Or visit any of the wonderful, free museums on offer.
This will be Eroticon number three for me so something must be going right if I keep coming back, not that I’ve written much here since then despite all my good intentions.