Let There Be Cake
Sorry for radio silence. All been a bit manic of late what with the volcanic ash and Tony’s birthday. Mad times. Started out in Dalston – that’s us, not the volcanic ash – and moved onto Mare Street. Mayhem. Mare Street to Islington where we hung out near the Town Hall. Then we headed over Kings Cross. Didn’t stop there for long. Wasn’t much going on. Got back to town around 6ish. Sweet.
Even managed to find Tony some birthday cake.
Here he is tucking in:
And here he is again:
Stuffing his beak. Well chuffed, and fair play.
I’d already stashed a piece for later. Thought I’d better seeing as Tony is famous for eating too much when he gets excited. Cynthia, his other half who had joined in initially on account of the fact it was his birthday, walked off. Think she was a bit embarrassed. Frankly, I was a bit embarrassed.
And as for the ash. Jesus. What was that all about? A sky without planes, though. Fucking marvelous. Didn’t even get the chance to take any pics I spent so much time in it. Sun came out too, and it was warm.
Bring on the volcano’s what I say.
Shame it stopped. It’s pissing down now.
Back to normal then. Rain and snow. Oh well. Nice while it lasted.