I think I need to chill out a bit today. After the awesomeness of Thursday, yesterday was another hectic but cool day. Sat in the o2 thursday evening, Lyn and I noticed advertisements for an upcoming Muse gig. Lyn loves Muse, so first thing yesterday I went back up to North Greenwich to try to get tickets. Unfortunately they were sold out, so I got the bus home empty handed.

Not long after that, though, I set off out again. I was short of cash, so I went to Bexleyheath, getting a few supplies from Asda while there. By the time I got back it was nigh on four and I was already slightly tired, but my day was far from over.

At about five Dom arrived at our place. As we’d planned, he and I set off for the Southbank, leaving Lyn at home. Getting dinner in a pub en route (god I’d missed pub dinners!) we went to the BFI, there to see True Romance (Tony Scott, 1993). Going had been Dominik’s idea, but I was in for a treat. The film ruled; it was a film about film, disguised as a love story. It was written by Quentin Tarantino, packed with great performances from everyone from Dennis Hopper to Christian Slater, and nigh on every frame bears the mark of cinephiliac love. I adored it, and left the screening room itching to see it again.

I was almost nodding off on the train home. It had been a great couple of days. London had done it again: where else but here, in the world’s greatest city, can one have such a variety of fabulous experiences? Days like yesterday make me feel so alive. Today, as I say, I need to rest, but just for a while. Coming home yesterday Lyn told me that she had sorted and booked a holiday for us! How awesome is that. We fly to Tenerife quite soon, but today, I think I just need to chill.