After Cafe Cairo

Odd place, bit hippy, bit Casablanca, bit magical...but they ran out of drinks very fast for a Thursday night, and the combination of shisha and tobacco got somewhat pungent. Still, it was fun. We finished the evening in the Landor, a pub which remains a right bit of old tat.

On my way down the hill I saw the strangest lightning storm rising in the skies to the North West; it flashed in silence, repeatedly, like some massive UFO signalling from behind a bank of clouds. In fact I have decided to live in Spielberg land this morning, and believe that's what it was. I now need to build a mashed potato mountain and find my way into the forbidden hangars concealed under the Houses of Parliament.