West End girl

Noemi and I went out to see a play this evening, The Hills of California by Jezz Butterworth of Jerusalem fame.  We rather enjoyed it but it was long and detailed and more like a character driven novel than a play.  This is Noemi striding back through Leicester Squqre when I said, ‘damn, I forgot to do a blip and it’s 11pm!’  We were both staying in the hub in Goodge St and walked back up there on this mild March night.