Death Cafe.

Me and Clare went to a Death Cafe in Shoreditch, of course. We had very little idea of what to expect but found out quickly enough. You sit around drinking tea and eating cake with strangers whilst talking about, yep, death. Then after an hour you get shuffled and talk to a new bunch.
It was all pretty thought provoking and actually quite life affirming.
Now if I was a proper blipper I'd have taken a portrait of the slightly sinister host, but it didn't occur to me at the time. So you get a thirty five year old papier mache cat instead.