sunday
Yorkshire research whizz WY and I sat outside in the sun to have lunch at West End--the salmon was awesome. We talked about mutual friends, summer plans and manipulative supervisors; it sounds like going to Edinburgh this August for the plays would be a great idea. Sometimes it's hard for me to fathom WY cos we were in different years in uni and I tend to treat her with 'respect'. And judging from her appearance, you can't tell that she goes to gigs quite a bit, drinks quite a bit and defends her opinions quite a bit. She's one of the most rational and self-sufficient people I know of. After saying goodbye, I popped inside the National Portrait Gallery to see the sleeping Beckham, thanks to its overwhelming publicity. The piece was rather dull to be honest, was he really asleep anyways? Besides, there's already too many tourist faces on the streets, and I wouldn't want to see more in the gallery. Looks like it's going to be a week of sun.