Just left West Brompton and now passing a melange of car parks, churches and new flats.
Listening to Georgie Fame, Tim Buckley and Buffalo Springfield.
So - finished Studio 60. It has Sorkin's charm, but far too much crammed in to the final episodes. Massive relationship turmoil, critical illness, birth, adoption, hostages in Afghanistan, snakes on the loose, racism... way too much. I like some of the characters, but maybe not enough. I need more, but I also don't. It will always be cursed by comparisons to the West Wing, but unfortunately it just doesn't match up. Now that Aaron Sorkin has dissecting the instutions he knows best: politics and television - what's next?
Should I get an iPhone?
Just zoomed past some perculiar metal sculptures. Must be in White City area.
Nell is teething - shoving her whole fist in her mouth. Veers from screaming miserable to giggly and content.
Her majesty is a pretty nice girl, but doesn't have a lot to say.
She's like a rainbow.
