Well, not quite.
I went to the big smoke for a hen-do, had lunch in the
Oxo tower, where a fly-past of a variety of illustrious planes, including the
Red Arrows had been laid on for the hen. Or it may have been connected with
Trooping the Colour. We're still unsure . . .
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Then we headed into three big cabs, headed across the city to an afternoon of bowling and karaoke. Our cabbie got a bit lost, despite the sat nav telling him which was to turn and the postcode logged in. But we made in and a good time was had by all, especially, and most importantly, the sweet and lovely hen herself.
This is what karaoke in a dark room on a Saturday afternoon looks like . . .
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Then another expensive cab ride back to the station, down
Oxford Street (briefly), past
Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament,
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skirting
Buckingham Palace (which still had a lot of tourists outside, faces against the railings, even though it was gone six in the evening), and then briefly lost (again) at
Waterloo, before a slow return train trip to the sedateness of non-capital life . . .