A London Evening.

OK, so we skipped an entry yesterday because I was laid up with a particularly vile and antisocial stomach bug, the kind that got bullied by all the other stomach bugs at Gastric High, and is now taking its belated but nonetheless sweet revenge on my intestinal tract. I'm still pretty much doubled over with it, but I can kind of wedge a keyboard into the pathetic gap between my legs and churning stomach. Witness the lengths I go to in order to fulfil my ridiculous, self-imposed writing regime. Anyway, this is No 9/12 in the 12 Blogs of Christmas, and it's a series of vignettes about London, set over the course of one evening. Hope you enjoy it or that at least, unlike me, you don't shit yourself.

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