Last night was pretty good. What was supposed to be a straightforward drink with some friends turned into a pub crawl, meandering through the streets of Central London from Bond St to Edgware Road. From humble beginnings in a packed Mayfair boozer, we staggered into pub after pub after pub, then ventured into an upmarket Brazilian cocktail bar (sampling a fantastic Caipirinha), then ended the night in a West London tapas bar, where the alcohol I had consumed (despite my insistance to stay relatively sober) was soaked up by octopus, clams, chorizo and wine, and various other delicious edibles. Yum.
Today, by contrast, is a bit of a downer. I didn’t win the Euromillions jackpot. Or the National Lottery jackpot. Then I watched Battle Royale 2 – a film I have anticipated for quite some time, and which I had devoted 2 hours to watching this afternoon – and was thoroughly disappointed. Not a patch on the original.