Dam AOL. Last night , returning from London Bridge on the tube , after taking Sarah to a pants musical at The Meunier , I avoided eye contact with anyone , forbade our taxi driver ( Jacob , who got out of bed to pick us up ) talk about it and then relished the thought of a Friday evening BBQ, followed by a skyboxed Junior Apprentice final, followed by Johnnie R. This morning , I wake up , turn on my PC and Arjun’s little face is smiling back at me .
Anyone got any padded pants – I need them by 10.30 ?