In The City

I absolutely love living in London. London is so alive in a way that no other city on this planet is.
Had one of those great London nights out last night. Met up with people from work first of all to celebrate Brizie's birthday, we then moved into town for a meeting cum social gathering of a group calling themselves the "Sohemians" - and a very interesting bunch they were too. They concern themselves with anything that has a link to Soho (hence their name) and include the likes of high Tories, liberals and a smattering of lefties.
At closing time, four of us went off to an Algerian restaurant for some wonderful lamb and cous cous, followed by whiskies and beers in a couple of late opening bars. Got home at around 4am, but, with no work to attend, felt fine after a lie in.
Just about to head off to catch train to Irvine with the boy. Packing his gear earlier I noticed that he wasn't going to take his new Celtic top, this as a result of me telling him about a couple of Tic fans who have been violently attacked and killed by neanderthal huns in recent years for simply wearing the hoops.
After a quick word from Reidski that we always wear our colours with pride and that he should never be intimidated by fascists and thugs, said top was duly packed.
Looking forward to catching up with family and old friends over the next few days.