I had a terribly pleasant evening yesterday, I met with some of my fellow interns and we had a lovely barbeque together somewhere in Wimbledon. The pleasant evening was bookended by trips on the train and the underground with the waifs, strays and weirdos of London – I don’t know whether they come out of hiding of a night-time particularly or whether they’re just hidden by the suits in the daytime. I’m getting over my stab fear, but still – it was after dark. Dark is for sleeping, watching films or developing pictures, not that I can do that. The switch to digital was a blessed relief for both me and my wallet. Which reminds me that I really must get out of the house and take some pictures of this wretched city.

We had a good talk between us about future plans , marriage and all that sort of thing – perfect pre-life crisis stuff amongst young Christians, you know. It seems that everyone else is already giving thought to career matters and suchlike, it seems a trifle early, but why not indulge oneself? All the graduate schemes will be opening imminently, it means I’m going to start putting some real thought into what I might fancy doing next year. Answers on a postcard, please. Or in the comments section at least – the post is quite slow round here for some reason. What I really need is Postman Pat in his new role as agent at Special Delivery Services for that kind of thing.

Tags: a social butterfly

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