Best Planned Laid

On Friday I:
Ensured money had uploaded onto Oyster Card and curiously they then send you an email saying you can use it, despite actually already being on a train by then.
Found a Turkish restaurant at Langham Place  and indeed ate there
Attempted to pick up theatre tickets at Apollo Shaftsbury Avenue but was refused; picked them up before curtain up and disscovered we had been bumped, from balcony row b to dress circle row f which was presumably at least one or two price bands.
Visited shops in Tottenham Court Road, Covent Garden and ideally Fopp but found better to leave Fopp for Saturday and even more ideally Brunswick Centre but we can't have everything.
Had sex at Barbican but it was a curiously empty experience and decided to leave crack at Tate Modern for another visit, possible combined with fairies.
Found my way to Blackfriars
Rendezvoused with my room for the night and was even picked up at the station.

I think most of this was possible.

Or, and tried not to bleed to death.

And finally...

 ... I have held a copy of the paperback in my hand. There are typos. There are a couple of wrong dates. But it is a thing of beauty and it is as good as I could make it.


Further projects are... projected.

Dear Mr Telesales

 I know you've been very friendly and are concerned about my health, but I'm not interested in buying your product. I wasn't actually interested when you wrote to me. Three or four times. I thought you might get the hint. 

I'm even less likely to buy on the phone.

And, you know, I'm not interested.

Asking me why I'm not interested, will not make me interested either.

I tell you what, I'll ring you when I am. Obviously, I'll ask you to confirm the first line of your address, and that you are phoning from 02891856171. How is Belfast?

With best wishes for your Christmas.