Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Roxy turned up and in the end we went to the Slug and had lunch with a jug of Long Island Iced Tea. Wandered around Borough Market and discovered some kind of faux mediaeval fayre thingy going on - drums, silly costumes and kids dressed as bears - throwing onions gratefully received by the crowd as though they hadn't eaten for a year. Perhaps the onions had some special significance. We found the Rake bar open for the festivities and had a coffee there. It was soon full of the fayre participants with at least one transatlantic accent there. It was getting rather dark, so having admired the river from the Golden Hinde, we went under London Bridge to the station, where Roxy got a train home to Brixton and I fell into a cab, which took me on a brief encounter with Dorian and a small Baileys before returning home to feed the ravenous Malvolio who nearly bit my leg off.