…goes to Friday 6th December 2002. What an absolute top quality day!
Yesterday introduced itself with the minor after effects of a Christmas fancy dress party from the previous evening (see Movies theme party photos at the English Gentleman pub on Edgware Road) and just went on and on improving at vast paces.
By 10.15am I’d won two tickets to the Manic Street Preachers gig at Brixton Academy on Sunday. By 10.30 I’d won another two tickets to the Manics at Brixton on Sunday – err, best keep quiet about that one in case I wasn’t meant to enter the prize-draw twice! Coincidentally enough, we’re off to Paris on Monday for the first time since seeing the Manics there in March 1999. They’ll now feature in this Parisien week too…
Strolling along Regent Street at lunch time, who should swagger past clad in long leather flasher-mac with the arrogance of – well, someone who’s pretty pleased with themselves really, but Paul Weller? I guess humble isn’t the word of the day. Still, I’m sure it made his day.
If I was to say that the late afternoon was spent secretly supping vodka in toast of a particular person’s last day at work, with all except that leaving person, that would have the potential to get me in trouble, so I won’t mention it.
By 18:15 Reece Shearsmith, Steve Pemberton and Mark Gatiss were all in the flesh and only 2 feet away, being the superb final cast of Art.
How does it get any better? OK, a chicken taouk at the Amal Shawarma it is then.