Thank god it's Friday. To say I was knackered last night would be a slight understatement. I'd flown to Heathrow on GMT so I would be better able to adjust to the timezones (nice theory Toby), and had effectively been awake since 1am Thursday morning... I do believe I actually fell asleep standing up watching Kirsty's team play netball - well I was leaning against a wall at least. I woke relatively early, though was just chilling until KB called to see if a) she'd left her phone in her room (she had) and b) to see if I could bring it up to her work (I was happy to)... jumped on the Tube to Euston and ended up having lunch in the Network Rail caff (please explain chicken mayonnaise?). Post my phone delivery service... I went for a bit of a wander down Tottenham Court Road - I have NEVER seen so many electrical / technology retailers... (right near UCL - but sorry Andy didn't have a look at the campus yet). I hunted out a UK SIM - ain't Virgin great - to make it easier to keep in touch with everyone in the UK (it's +44 7906 647 050) and then made my way down Oxford St (Topman and H & M's rock), Regent St and then around Carnaby St (I very nearly bought an original Bullitt movie poster for £450) - ok, so maybe 'nearly' is a little bit of an overstatement. Anyway, after that I met up with Kirsty and some of her friends at the Fuller's (Ale?) in Avery Row - a great little english pub with everyone spilling out onto the street. We returned to Clapham North and an absolutely amazing Spag Bol thanks to Suze. woo hoo. Sleep now.