Catherine and Co.

The day started off with a trip to the Metropole cafe which has undergone a change in management and completely ruined whatever it was that made the Metropole the Metropole. I found that quite sad. However, Catherine more than made up for it. Her teeth are so white, they might have blinded you, hence the pout.

The rest of the day was spent alternating between eating pizza, Christmas shopping, walking and drinking IPA with - in mixed order - Catherine, Neil, Andy and Ian, or Duns, Currie, Andy and Mocop (Andy somehow doesn't seem to suit a nickname). As I try to cope with what life in Cairo has slowly destroyed, I find that these four friends are more valuable to me than they perhaps know.

The threatened snow didn't materialise, and neither did half the shit I ordered off of play.com last week. From what I gathered today, the former isn't necessarily a bad thing, and the latter is unlikely to change if the former does.