Dark Night Rises

Great evening with great friends in the City, of London, not to be confused with the city of Westminster, you know, Central London, which used to be the suburbs. The City, where I rarely go, is full of lads, investment bankers. I'm too old for it. Or tired of it. But tonight it was great. I walked by runners who were part of a City race after work. Then after dinner, I walked by professionals by day who morphed into revellers by night. I took a cab home because that's what I do. I can't be bothered with the tube or a bus even though it's not so late. Thanks to my Hailo (best app in the world), I was in a taxi within minutes and rode towards the west, passed the halls of justice and the amazing new Blackfriars station still donning its Olympic signage. We drove by the river on the Embankment - it's an absolutely lovely evening with the OXO tower across the water and the purple glow of the London Eye. Oh, the Buddha Bar has closed but Somerset House was hopping with London Fashion Week in full swing. Took the turn around Parliament and passed the Tate Gallery being renovated. What a beautiful night with a clear, midnight blue sky. It never seems very dark here with all the lights of the city on all the time. Pretty bridges. Chelsea. Albert. Almost home. I remembered what a horrible day it was at work today. But it didn't matter anymore. At lunch I saw Michael Caine buying a sandwich. So funny because I just saw the latest Batman film last weekend. Only in London. What a lovely night it turned out to be.