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Today was quite boring. Pleasant enough, but uninteresting.
Yesterday, however, now that was weird.
Went to the West End for a pint with an old friend of mine from university. While I was there, I got a call from my flatmate asking if I'd lend her some cash and put it in her bank to cover something or other. (Her bank being in Picadilly Circus, me being at the Tottenham Court Road end of Oxford Street.) Oxford Street was closed to buses, so I walked. And passed Borders bookshop on the way. And thought "I'll go in there and have a quick browse while I'm at it". Then realised the woman behind the counter was an ex-colleague of mine who I haven't seen in a couple of years. While I'm talking to her, another member of staff turns up; another friend of mine who I haven't seen in ages and didn't realise worked there.
While I'm talking to him, David fucking Tibet turns up to buy some books (an all-time hero of mine, who I've met on a couple of occasions and who is a very nice man). So I chat to him as well! All within the space of ten minutes.
That was very nice. |
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