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I came back up from Highcliffe on Saturday, stopping off in Southampton to have lunch with TP who's moving away and was having his send-off that night, many buses and trains later I was back in Egham for LA Confidential which, like Unknown Armies a couple of days later, was a lot of fun. There were tense stand-offs, gunning down of richly deserving hoodlums and all kinds of nefarious goings on. I ended up having another fairly domestic Sunday but probably for the best as tonight's my only evening in this week, last night I met up with R after Spanish and had a few drinks at a surprisingly quiet Bar Woteva.

I was on training today up in Old Street (which I enjoyed: it's worrying that I have an increasing attraction to all of the more legalistic areas of housing work, it would be a lot of effort, not to mention pride-swallowing having always had such an antipathy towards the perceived dullness of my Dad's work, to switch careers now . . .) which brought with it the unexpected joy of meeting up with K during the lunch-break (albeit for about 10 minutes) as she was up in London at court.