Sitting in a darkened room in Soho.

Not as much fun as it sounds.
Up at 4.30am. Train down to London.
Staring at screens debating the cyan in the shadows for 5 hours.
Jump on a train home.
Not even sure my ticket is valid, as I should have got the 3.00 pm,
but missed it. So sitting wth slightly clenched buttocks until
the ticket person comes.
So I might get thrown off at Darlington.

Might be a long hitch home.