Leaving the house.

Saturday I had lunch and an afternoon with Danese Cooper from Wikimedia, who is the adult supervision to the technical team. We ate at Sketch near Oxford Circus, which looks like an old-fashioned cafe and restaurant until you notice the small dissonant notes. Apparently the chef is French and evidently thinks he is making music videos. Danese likes it for the free wifi and speaks of sitting in the tea section at the back for a whole afternoon having five meetings in a row. The food is pricey but edible and the coffee flows efficiently.

I ordered the Sketch Club Sandwich for eight quid and was presented with:

( What the actual fuck. )

The toilets are also of note. You go up a staircase (one to the left with blue lights, one to the right with pink lights) and enter one of several tall white eggs, from which music is playing. While you're in there, canned laughter plays. When you flush, there's cheering and applause.

Afterwards I guided her to knitting nerd shop Loop, which had on sale a notebook from France which katieastrophe appears to have modelled for:

( Notebook of crazy and weird ideas. )

Loop did enlighten me as to how most girlfriends I've ever had felt about record shops.

I must carry my camera more. The above were taken on Danese's.