The sun came back to London for one last weekend, and we were glad. Myself and some friends took it upon ourselves to play badminton in Clissold park, and I got bitten by a lot of hungry bugs. It makes me sad to be indoors sorting out my life when the sun shines, so rare a thing it is around these parts. Anyway. We saw Prince on Friday. That was very inspiring indeed. He said it himself, and he wasn't lying - Prince has too many hits. What a brilliant performer! What a master of melody! From Alphabet Street to Diamonds And Pearls, all awesome. He didn't even play any new material. What a G.
I have a budget of £2.50 a day this week, which will be fun. Stupid VAT bills. Good job I quit smoking eh? Ryvita is pretty cheap.
So, Charlotte and I have two episodes of Dexter left to watch, which is both sad and exciting, as it just got brilliant, and I, for one, don't want it to end. But I do want to see what happens. Stupid creepy doll guy. Not having a TV in the house and only watching things that cool people like Colin McCracken have given you on DVDrs or you've downloaded of the internet is totally awesome.