On Friday at 1730 it’s the beginning of whole week off work, so I choose to celebrate this by going to the gym, where I do arms and abs and then I go home where I watch Big Brother just to see the new housemate they’re putting in, and the new housemate looks like this without his top on…
On Saturday night Scott and I meet up and we go to this club night called Revolver at Scala in Kings Cross, not because we really want to go clubbing, but because we want to hang out with Taylor, who’s the promoter, and the other people who are working there.
So we’re play with these people backstage for a bit and my favourite part of the night is that I am about 36 shades whiter than everyone else, not that this is a great achievement since everyone else is either Brazilian or Spanish or has a loyalty card to their local sunbed.
In any case, we are only planning to stay there for a couple of hours but suddenly it’s 0430 and that’s when we get on the bike and we go back home.
On Sunday evening it’s one of the three highlights of my week off, and this particular highlight involves an idea of mine to go to Primrose Hill around midnight and sit there and watch London, with some hot chocolate amongst other things.
(Primrose Hill is a hill in North London where you can get really good views of the rest of London)
So it’s midnight on Sunday night and we’re walking up the hill with blankets to wrap ourselves with and hot chocolate in flasks and an iPod and some speakers and to my surprise there are several other groups of people doing the exact same thing, even though I thought I would be the only person in the world to come up with this amazing idea.
But as Scott points out we live in a city with such a big population that, at any given time, there are people likely to be doing the same thing, whatever the thing is.
The thought that on any given Sunday at midnight there are people sitting on Primrose Hill watching London surrounded by darkness, drinking and chatting and having a good time whilst I’m in bed unable to sleep before another tedious week at work kinda depresses me a bit, but I refrain from throwing myself down the hill and putting an end to it all – after all I don’t have to work for another seven days.
And here’s a video of the view, and my heavy accent talking over it, even though neither of them or very clear.
Then suddenly it’s 0200 and then we go home.