I wasn't feeling good when I woke - mainly for two reasons - I was dog tired and I could hardly hear a thing - like I had cotton wool in my ears... damn treble. Due to my incapacity (I think I only heard half of what the girls said until late-afternoon), I stayed pretty low-key... though I did venture down to Kazbar on Clapham High Street in the late arvo for a quick bevvie. All in all a cool little bar and a cool crowd. Then it was off to Charing Cross Station to meet up with Nicole and Paul for dinner. Despite Nic not recognising me at first from across the road (ok, so maybe the long hair and the beard was a little bit of a change from the last time you saw me...), we then headed off to Soho to find somewhere to eat. Ended up at this tres cool little French bistro, Randell and Aubin on Brewer Street, Soho. After much talking (seriously, everyone knows both Nic AND I like to talk...) and great food - I seriously recommended the scallops, it was time to head home - after all, a school night for Nic. The best thing was, probably 20 minutes later I was home in Clapham North - everything really seems so close. Nite nite.