Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up


Lunch with Texan bloggers and a walk down Oxford St

Lazy wakes badly hungover and slightly sick on Sunday 13 in a strange house which turns out to be in Upper Clapton. Diary reads lunch with the malung's Texan blogger friends. The malung calls to say they are in Edgware Rd. The self-employed Lazy's cheques still haven't cleared so he sets off across London by expired bus-pass.