Ah, London. Visiting you in high summer is such sweet sorrow.

Inside: London. Attractive young women.

Don't worry, almost no politics inside.

Just a little rambling.

I have a black notebook.  It's about A5 size.  It has a hardback cover, bound in a soft fabric.  It's pretty thick, an inch or so, about the size of a novel.  It has nothing to tell which is the front and the back since I took the barcode sticker off it.  It has plain white pages inside it.

I have a black notebook.  And it scares me.

I have removed most of my beard.

It had to be done.

Inside: incoherent drunken rambling.