Pythagoras invented the trousers

Unsurprisingly, the day got off to a seedy start, but all back on track with the help of about six gallons of water, the black doctor and some mint slice.

J has gone to NZ for the week.
Sunny day.
I walked to the shops for a lemonade icypole.
Spent the afternoon reading a book by someone with the same name as me.

B is off tending to her love of the Dazzler and Geoffrey tonight. L, C and I vetoed that in favour of seeing Washington at the Toff. A feathered-head-dress*-and-onesie-wearing emo with glasses a little too big for her face and a booming voice that you can barely imagine comes from a body so small. Brilliant show.

I'm now in a cab on my way home. The driver has the whole top half of his body hanging out the window and is heckling the driver of a horse and cart. Awesome.

*neck dress actually.