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Quick stop in London
Apr. 17th, 2016 11:57 amYesterday I flew to London for a Secret Meeting of Utter Secretness (okay, not that secret). I left the house at 0405, and arrived at King's Cross at 1130.
It was A Morning, let's put it like that.
The meeting took most of the afternoon. When it was over, I met some friends at Waterstones Piccadilly - a friend I used to go climbing with in Dublin, and a friend from my undergraduate course - and we went out for food in a wander around Soho on a Saturday evening around 1830. We fetched up eventually in a really good Greek meze place called "The Real Greek" - Greek food, Greek staff (I may have startled the guy who was serving us by showing off my rusty Greek - turns out he was from Thessaloniki). I haven't eaten proper Greek food since I was last in Greece, because you can't really get it in Dublin. But this was fantastic, absolutely great.
(I may have spent about fifty pounds sterling on food yesterday, if not more: I was a bit of a bottomless pit between the early start and the late stop.)
I've had a nice sleep since then, on my friend's air mattress, and in about an hour I should start heading back towards the airport. It's a lovely bright day in London, and if I didn't have to catch a plane, I'd be heading out to poke in the museums. But unfortunately I'm the kind of person who can get really distracted in museums, so I had better not risk it.
I will risk stopping in Waterstones Piccadilly again, though. Niiiiiiiiiiiice bookshop.
It was A Morning, let's put it like that.
The meeting took most of the afternoon. When it was over, I met some friends at Waterstones Piccadilly - a friend I used to go climbing with in Dublin, and a friend from my undergraduate course - and we went out for food in a wander around Soho on a Saturday evening around 1830. We fetched up eventually in a really good Greek meze place called "The Real Greek" - Greek food, Greek staff (I may have startled the guy who was serving us by showing off my rusty Greek - turns out he was from Thessaloniki). I haven't eaten proper Greek food since I was last in Greece, because you can't really get it in Dublin. But this was fantastic, absolutely great.
(I may have spent about fifty pounds sterling on food yesterday, if not more: I was a bit of a bottomless pit between the early start and the late stop.)
I've had a nice sleep since then, on my friend's air mattress, and in about an hour I should start heading back towards the airport. It's a lovely bright day in London, and if I didn't have to catch a plane, I'd be heading out to poke in the museums. But unfortunately I'm the kind of person who can get really distracted in museums, so I had better not risk it.
I will risk stopping in Waterstones Piccadilly again, though. Niiiiiiiiiiiice bookshop.
