Travel by river

I awoke to a new era. Kier Starmer was declared the new British Prime Minister overnight, and Labour had recorded a landslide. Big names - although not always for the right reasons - Jacob William Rees-Mogg, Grant Shapps, Liz Truss, Theresa Villiers - lost their seats. The Conservatives were down over 240 seats this morning. Closer to home, the Liberal Democrats took Wimbledon with a majority of 12,610. Change is in the air.

In contrast, at work, it was more of the same. There were many questions about the process and how things will work with the various new software we release. This is essential work, but sometimes, we look for potential problems that will not happen in our world. Nonetheless, I hope we have mapped the possible failures correctly.

By 7pm, we had left the house, and forty minutes later, we were taking a less than ten-minute Thames Boat ride from St George's Wharf in Vauxhall to Battersea Power Station. It's probably the most expensive route, but unlike taking a train to Waterloo and then coming back out again on the tube, it feels less like repeating part of the journey. And the boat was lovely and comfortable for the few minutes we were sat on it.

When we alighted, we went to The Turbine Theatre for their revival of the Pet Shop Boys' musical, Closer to Heaven. Frances Ruffelle was excellent as Billie Trix. It's the third version we've seen, and I recommend it. We had cabaret-style tables but kept the little card to say 'no interaction' despite our table companions trying to get the lap dance. In hindsight, that was the wrong decision, as it wasn't embarrassing. The producers seem to have switched songs or two. I am trying to remember if that last production we saw, pre-pandemic, by the same producers had done this.