massive day, a weary tired old capt. mission hauled himself out of bed into the london traffic and underground, jake and i, two weary travellers, jaded from the strange home life we are in, the noise and endless chitter chatter, words floating through the space, none make any sense, on that train ride jake spills his guts and i concur, acknowledging that this frustration will motivate him forwards and onwards as we part company somewhere on the tube, he on his mission to start his life, me on mine to get back to being a positive healthy individual. i spend the morning in book shops, pick up a few choice rare books and a paul weller cd, i heard the cd at ians and wanted a copy to take home. it's great.
london with a bit of sun is okay, soho has a nice vibe, despite the crowded streets and the noise, interesting specialist shops, i found myself enjoying wandering the back streets of covent garden, picking up the different accents and faces, everyone seemed really busy. i ate my salad outside under a statue figure with a few other al fresco dinners, we ate our food while fending off the bold pidgins who attacked and swooped down attempting to scavenge whatever we dropped. these birds are scrawny and fierce, they have survival in their eyes. later i wander into charing cross, and drenched by the onslaught of people feel fatigue set in, heading home i fall asleep on the train. later i connect up with jake, he's got interviews next week and has found the area he wants to live in, shore ditch, brick lane.