“Get rid of that rusty brillo pad off your chin.” – Andy Whyman

Day four, and my brain is still drowning in a protective cushion of wine. Luckily Libby, a college alumnus of technical sophistication has managed to publish some photos of days two and three. It brings back a few mammories.

As I don’t live in London any more, I feel I can freely insult the place. Today I arrived in the filthy capital, and was immediately conscious of all the nasty, busy people hurrying to their doom, and queueing to pay five pounds to travel on the stinky Underground. I couldn’t bring myself to go