Flesh and Alcohol

This weekend I did nothing much. Mrs Hambrough and I cycled down to Hampton Court and back. The sun shone and people lazed in the parks. Women sunbathed in bikinis, men went topless. People drank by the river, the middle classes took wine from glasses, vagrants Special Brew from cans. I loved it all. I loved even the men who wear tattoos and I can't stand tattoos. London is beautiful. It moves me. And one of the many things I like about it is it's so unSharia.

Flesh and alcohol. I might get myself a tattoo of my own and take to drinking in the streets. While I can.