I was up at 7.15 this morning. It was hell. I came into work an hour early so I could get off an hour early. The two lads from work I’m going with work until 5 and rather than having to join them an hour later I’m off at 5 today too so we can all head off to Brixton for a drink or four before The Pogues tonight. Really looking forward to it, it should be a good evening, certainly with some good company. And a bit of a drunken sing along will do nicely. I’m not as familiar with their stuff as I should be but I can mumble through a few numbers.
Weekend was quiet. Worked my way through the latter half of season 5 West Wing, not so good overall. Good in places but only where they remember it’s about the characters. Season 6 is waiting but I’m not too worked up about it. Post Sorkin it’s really gone downhill which is a shame. Saturday night ended up in The Ship with Doug for a quiet few pints. Such a good pub. Busy enough but with plenty of space to stand at the bar and enjoy a few Guinness. Great music, don’t know a better pub for it. To go a whole evening without hearing a single bad track is pretty unusual.
One thing about being up early this morning was the view while I took Hebe out for a quick walk. It was fucking cold and pretty deserted all over and the sun was still rising. There was a lovely red tint to all the clouds over Primrose Hill and it looked very pretty. So of course since then I’ve had the, well I don’t know what it is but it was always touted as a farmers saying “Red sky at night shepherds delight, red sky in morning, shepherds warning”. Anyway it was pretty.