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liadnanSooo. I managed it. Up at 4, wondering as ever why the fuck I was doing this, into favourite old jeans and jumper and off up Primrose Hill.
As I wandered up the hundred yards or so of road between my flat and the hill proper, there were actually a surprising number of other oddballs on the same mission. This however was as nothing to what greeted us as we all went through the gate and could see over the shoulder of the hill... hundreds of cyclists in procession coming up the main path past us. And I do mean hundreds, maybe about 250.
It all turned from the vaguely spooky sublime to the ridiculous as a naked threesome, evidently just out of flagrante delicto, arose from the long grass and looked around them somewhat puzzled....
The cyclists seemed incapable of the fairly basic orientation required to work out that due to local geography, trees, buildings, etc, you can't actually see sunrise from the top of the hill, but only through a gap visible about halfway down, but the rest of us managed it...
And the sun rose, in all its glory.. and we went home. Hurrah. Got up again about half eleven, just in time for the dulcet tones of Our Own Correspondent somewhere dubious.
I was resisting Pottermania, on the basis of my (genuine) pose that it's ok, but frankly, there's better stuff, but I've broken and might just toddle over to CXR to see if anywhere hasn't sold out already...
In court almost every day next week. Bloody hell. And at least one of them is going to be... difficult. Then Friday and next Monday I'm having a break, 'cos I need it, even if the original purpose is not happening for me (Grumble, grumble, but have a good time anyways, all of youse off to sunny Somerset, and I promise not to pray for rain). So instead, unless Orange decide I've won a ticket (in which event I shall swear undying brand loyalty) I shall go and be civilised on the greenest lawns of south-west London instead.
Saw a couple having a fight on the way here, the woman dramatically throwing her hands up, swearingbshe'd had enough, and stalking off. The bloke was grinning at her, but said to me in a slightly anxious tone as I passed "I do hope she's joking". I forbore to inform him that it didn't look that way to me.
As I wandered up the hundred yards or so of road between my flat and the hill proper, there were actually a surprising number of other oddballs on the same mission. This however was as nothing to what greeted us as we all went through the gate and could see over the shoulder of the hill... hundreds of cyclists in procession coming up the main path past us. And I do mean hundreds, maybe about 250.
It all turned from the vaguely spooky sublime to the ridiculous as a naked threesome, evidently just out of flagrante delicto, arose from the long grass and looked around them somewhat puzzled....
The cyclists seemed incapable of the fairly basic orientation required to work out that due to local geography, trees, buildings, etc, you can't actually see sunrise from the top of the hill, but only through a gap visible about halfway down, but the rest of us managed it...
And the sun rose, in all its glory.. and we went home. Hurrah. Got up again about half eleven, just in time for the dulcet tones of Our Own Correspondent somewhere dubious.
I was resisting Pottermania, on the basis of my (genuine) pose that it's ok, but frankly, there's better stuff, but I've broken and might just toddle over to CXR to see if anywhere hasn't sold out already...
In court almost every day next week. Bloody hell. And at least one of them is going to be... difficult. Then Friday and next Monday I'm having a break, 'cos I need it, even if the original purpose is not happening for me (Grumble, grumble, but have a good time anyways, all of youse off to sunny Somerset, and I promise not to pray for rain). So instead, unless Orange decide I've won a ticket (in which event I shall swear undying brand loyalty) I shall go and be civilised on the greenest lawns of south-west London instead.
Saw a couple having a fight on the way here, the woman dramatically throwing her hands up, swearingbshe'd had enough, and stalking off. The bloke was grinning at her, but said to me in a slightly anxious tone as I passed "I do hope she's joking". I forbore to inform him that it didn't look that way to me.
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Date: 2003-06-22 05:07 am (UTC)