I had the best day in West London yesterday. We started out in a Chinese restaurant called Pearl Liang on Sheldon Square in Paddington and hung out all day after that.
Sometimes I think that the last people I want to see are my friends. I have a strange ambiguity where they are concerned. Why would any one want to hang out with people who stand by them through thin and thinner, indulge their passing fancies and tolerate their Francis Farmer mood swings. If they were not as conflicted as I am they could be offended but it luckily they get it.