Pictures, please assist in filling out the missing names. (Also, is there a Vagabonds community to post that to?) The Barrowboy and Banker is a lovely pub with actual beer, even at City prices. There's lots of tables and nooks and crannies. The music wasn't deafening. The crowd was luvverly. I got utterly smashed and babbled at people. (Not that I don't do that about Freda anyway.) I should state here that all declarations of true love, lust, etc. made last night were absolutely sincere and I stand by them. Top Night, Will Party Again.
I fell asleep on the nightbus home and woke up in Chingford. Hunter S. Thompson on the MP3 player. Walked a fair way back, got the first 97 of the day the rest. In boots with heels. My feet still hurt.