I had a cunning plan - I needed to go to two exhibitions in North London; I would use the HST. All I can say is that I am very enamoured of the service, but it only gets me to London 10 minutes earlier than the slow train is I want the first cheap train of the day, for £3 more (weekends is different, natch). But it is now busy.
There was work related stuff to do, so I hid in the AMT and used St Pancras's wifi* and tried to email people. Blackboard doesn't seem to be a fan of Firefox. Sigh.
A bit later than planned, I went to the Gagosian on Britannia St, where a bouncer opens the door for you.

( Crash: Homage to J.G. Ballard )
I was sidetracked on the way to Wharf Road by a fractured reality,

and spent rather too long walking to there. I should have caught a bus but I needed a pee and needed food (and needed my Oyster topping up, it turns out), and it was all failing to happen. I noted a drive-in McDonalds, but foolishly I went to the Victoria Miro gallery first. I mean, they must have a toilet, yes?
( William Eggleston 15 January-27 February 2010 )
And so, inspired, I dashed to McD's, and it was a close run thing as to whether bladder explosion or starvation would get me first. I actually enjoyed the burger - my first in three years I suspect.
I walked back to Angel - after some admiration of the ( wharf ) and decided I had time to go down to Charing Cross Road to pick up more Wordsworth horror classics (two more women, a Howard, one other) and then back to St P's. I didn't really have time - the Picadilly line was delayed, so I needed to change there and back. I caught the HST with a minute to spare, but felt smelly and sweaty all the way home.
There was work related stuff to do, so I hid in the AMT and used St Pancras's wifi* and tried to email people. Blackboard doesn't seem to be a fan of Firefox. Sigh.
A bit later than planned, I went to the Gagosian on Britannia St, where a bouncer opens the door for you.

( Crash: Homage to J.G. Ballard )
I was sidetracked on the way to Wharf Road by a fractured reality,

and spent rather too long walking to there. I should have caught a bus but I needed a pee and needed food (and needed my Oyster topping up, it turns out), and it was all failing to happen. I noted a drive-in McDonalds, but foolishly I went to the Victoria Miro gallery first. I mean, they must have a toilet, yes?
( William Eggleston 15 January-27 February 2010 )
And so, inspired, I dashed to McD's, and it was a close run thing as to whether bladder explosion or starvation would get me first. I actually enjoyed the burger - my first in three years I suspect.
I walked back to Angel - after some admiration of the ( wharf ) and decided I had time to go down to Charing Cross Road to pick up more Wordsworth horror classics (two more women, a Howard, one other) and then back to St P's. I didn't really have time - the Picadilly line was delayed, so I needed to change there and back. I caught the HST with a minute to spare, but felt smelly and sweaty all the way home.