Up on the roof

Down to London for a party celebrating the 25th anniversary of an agency I used to work for. It was held at The Roof Gardens hotel in Kensington, and I went with my old friend Jeanette and her pal Jill, who also worked there.

It was a great evening, and quite strange to see people from the past again. Like in a dream, their faces were slightly different from how you remembered them, and they didn't all seem the way they used to be. Adding to the unreal atmosphere was the setting, with this amazing Mediterranean-looking walled rooftop garden you could stroll around. Went on for the obligatory (and hideously expensive) after hours drinks at someone's hotel afterwards.

One night bus, a bit of a walk, and a dodgy minicab later, we staggered home at about four in the morning.