Vertigo

I know how this guy feels.

A moment caught in Covent Garden this afternoon.

I met up with Sue Richardson late on to see the Annie Leibovitz exhibition at the NPG. What is interesting is that the National Portrait Gallery on a Wednesday afternoon is normally peppered with retired ladies from Kent. Today however it was full of small groups of recently redundant thirty something City men...

... better looking at a naked Cindy Crawford in the afternoon than drowning your sorrows in the pub eh boys!

On the subject of which, after dinner at the Thai Pot we popped into The Harp to see if Weef and Terry were there.... much too early is seems.

Late nights in the Harp are cheaper than nights in Soho House any day, although it's always a toss up between drunken B list celebrities and post office workers just off shift.