This weekend ruled. I must admit, though, that using the train is less of a novelty – it’s becoming routine, which is, I suppose, as it should be. On the other hand, I still find it cool that I can be in central London in less than two hours, and at Lyn’s in less than three.

Anyway, I had great fun this weekend. highlights included practicing my Greek in a Greek restaurant by the river (they didn’t serve tahini though); watching the new harry potter film; buying new clothes. We also went to the big giant white pimple called the O2: at first I was impressed, but then I realised there was zark all in there. It’s like the Trafford centre, only without the underwear shops. How dull. Paris gets the mighty louve, with its remarkable mix of the ancient and modern; we get that stupid dome. Grr.

Okay, rant over. There isn’t much more I can write here. I rode the tube for the first time since childhood; had a shower in Lyn’s nifty step-in bathtub; and I met a family of orthodox jews coming up here. All in all, a cool weekend.

And I didn’t have any alcohol whatsoever.