A chilled Sunday

Juicelog Sun 090706: Sunday is the final day of the weekend but this biblical day means squat diddly in my diary. The afternoon threw a multitude of tasks at me with having to be a intermittent paramedic, mini socialiser and part-time babysitter. Many of the senior managers at work will testify to my robust multi-tasking ability, but this afternoon I slipped up due to third-party amorous induced dribbling factors and ended up having my second favourite drink impounded. This loss was unimportant as it was only a few millilitres but the feeling of being apprehended like a naughty schoolboy gave me a diminutive humiliating and frightening numbness.

Went for a tour afterwards and ended back at Josh, Hilton and Chris’s flat in West Hampstead for a roof garden chillout. Eight chemically induced gayers on the tube got a bit too boisterous, even for the likes of me. Ceaser got so embarrassed he relocated to a different carriage with his shades on. Wasn’t expecting much apart from a cooking lesson from Josh. When he took us up to the roof garden we were presented with a breathtaking view of the London skyline. Their top floor two storey flat was situated quite high up on a very steep hill thus allowing us to see everything from the Gherkin to Wembley Stadium against the exquisite evening sunset.

From the surreal effects of manmade liquid I saw the real beauty of our great manmade city.