The Best of Times The Worst of Times: A Tale of Two Cities

I had a great time in London, maybe too good. (Harry I appear to have packed your remote control and still have a couple of your DVDs). See pics below.

Now back in Manchester not so good, waiting for it to stop to be honest. Headaches, apprehension, dread, vague sense of doom (Harry I apologise if I did anything to annoy/upset you or your friends), inability to concentrate, tense, irritable, blank mind that I'm trapped inside with this stupid fucking wriggling thing that won't FUCK OFF. 

I did break my non-drinking for London, no apologies, I never go to London to see my brother and I had a blow out. Sue me. Perhaps these are the after effects of that. Hope so. Anyway here are the pics.

A perfectly swirled London Latte

A perfectly coiffed London Harry

Harry's room (He told me he didn't mind me posting these pics)

Harry's room, note all the Naomi Watts pictures, possibly second only to Nicole Kidman

Me in Harry's mirror

The first glass of wine

Yup, a picture of me drinking on my blog of sobriety. People really should expect no less from this one.

Beautiful spot outside BFI

And again

Outside a little Italian restaurant where we got eyed up and offered drugs

Me demonstrating my fantastic camera phone skills outside an American diner

My new fur coat

Harry in my new fur coat

Harry's friend Sam in my new fur coat

I don't remember taking this one. You know that time after the night before when you find tens of photos of you looking generally confused? Well this is but one.