Common sense prevails

I can’t convey how happy I am to see that Barack Obama has a substantial lead in every poll, pretty much 7% ahead. Fantastic. Colin Powel has also come out of the Republican closet to endorse him also. So let us all sit back and watch as yet again the Americans fall at the final hurdle.

I had a really nice afternoon with Jo yesterday. We went to the Breakfast Club in Islington and both had a massive breakfast when the woman remembered to take our order. I refuse to let black pudding anywhere near me though.

I was terribly disappointed by the DLR. I had expected so much more based upon what people had bigged it up to be. After I got over the novelty of it being like the monorail at Disney Land I found it quite Dull. We got some really quite nice photos wandering around Canary Wharf. I was tempted to cross off with marker pen all the banks that don’t exist anymore on the Canary Wharf map. Also, as if some strange yet powerful metaphor a boat was in the process of sinking right in the middle of all of this. LOL. You know when you’ve been credit crunched.

But what can I say, we really had the most beautiful sunset last night. I couldn’t have dreamed of more. Me and Jo walked all the way from Canary Wharf to (pretty much) Liverpool Street. I have no idea how long it took us because we were going at photographic dordle speed 99% of the time.

(there are many much better pictures on flickr)

We got the bus back to Old Street and parted ways but for reasons unknown I went straight back to Canary Wharf… I have no idea why I just felt like I wanted to go there at night. It was so quiet.

A further point:

The price of fireworks being what they are, the levels of unemployment being what it is, why do people let fireworks off in daylight?

There’s a chav outside hitting a ball with a stick at a blue bucket. I think it’s called golf, some should tell him that to. I don’t think he’s heard of it yet.

Also…. why do people preen themselves and stay at home.  I always see people outside who look ready for the catwalk or the local emo gig but they stay at home.  When I get home Thursday I stay in pyjamas until Monday unless I really have to go out.

Closing thought:  We rock.