I started off auspiciously by walking straight past the memers gathered in front of the Gherkin & had to pretend I was coming from the other direction. Then Becky walked into a wall & had to be helped use the ticket machine for the bus because THERE ARE NO PUBS NEAR THE GHERKIN. We went to a pub in Oxford Street & had seven deadly sins cocktails (uh, many of them), then we went to Soho, drank a bit more & had chocolate cake with a smiley face on it & apple crumble.


And then we walked halfway across town & around a locked gate to stalk John Simm. He's in a play so we pretended we'd seen it & waited outside the stage door for him. History!mouse was drilling into us all the things that happened in it so we wouldn't look stupid (too late) & Becky didn't know who he was so every time someone came out of the stage door she asked was that him. Even the man in his seventies. Even the women. So by the time he actually arrived we were mostly collapsed in a pile of giggles & he must have wondered what mental home we'd escaped from.

Which might be why he looks drunk. He's probably not as drunk as us, to be fair.

We drank some more & ended up downing it when we got kicked out of the pub at closing time. Then I fell off Nelson's Column.

We sat on a train for several minutes before realising the trains were stopped for the night & ended up walking to history!mouse's flat. There was memeing & gloating. Memeing with other people was very weird; we mostly just trolled each other :D

Oh, & Kerry won the football final yesterday *\o/* Cork yer arse!