Nightlife

A wonderfully warm sunny day and I finished The Wall, a dystopian classic from 1963. Except after 50 pages of setting the scene it became an utter snooze fest. If JD Vance hadn’t got in there first I’d even say the protagonist was a sad cat lady. No offence, n’that.
But that took me neatly to ko time to watch Brighton v Spurs along at the Florida Bar. Good choice, Sir! Brighton who were 2-0 down and out came roaring back to win 3-2! Yes, imagine. Lordy.
Then I was whisked away before I could do more damage. An Indian meal. Well, served by people of Pakistani heritage but it’s called Indian Fusion Cala D’Or so whatever they say.