Friday again, indeed.

A day that was productive (in that the gaff was given a bit of a clean) and relaxing (in that after that I just mooched and bimboed about). A trip to the BP Portrait exhibition. I gather the critics have turned a bit sniffy about it. Speaking as a provincial oik, I thought it was as good as ever. I can certainly find time to look at 50-odd wonderful paintings that I've never seen before. Some were so good, you'd have thought they were photos! No, seriously. Haw. Actually, my favourite was a dauby painting of two blokes having a blether and a drink.
Then! Spectre at the Cameo. Haha, what entertainment. What a tremendous fight on the train too.
And then to Tuk Tuk and home for a bit of music on TV. The fat bloke again.