What an utterly fantastic weekend I had.

I ate Polish food.

I went to a total stranger’s birthday party and rescued her flip flops.

I got lost in Soho.

I pretended I worked in a zoo. Something to do with penguins.

I went to a club full of 18 year olds listening to music I grew up with, but they’re too young to remember. Which made me feel old, but at the same time superior.

I was alluded to on a MySpace blog.

I made a number of excellent lists.

And I did all of the above while on a date with someone quite, quite brilliant. And I’m still not entirely clear how it happened.

But I do know that my opinion of neun und neunzig luftballoons has changed very much for the better.

That is all.

Fur jetzt.