i got to spend the day with aqeel today -- ah, bless! oh how i've missed him. he proved to me that i was wrong about not being able to see the sky -- "look, there's even a star there!" -- and we wandered about
we passed a four-year-old dancing around his mother before patting her on the ass. we found ourselves transfixed on one fellow's derriere, even though the rest of him -- including his fashion sense -- left a little to be desired. fortunately he stopped at a newsstand and stopped walking in front of us ... for a minute. he returned quickly enough. so we went into the glasses store to lose him. he tried to convince me to get a mullet. i tried to convince him that he was insane. we both agreed that the fashions in london really do border on hideous, but in that fascinating, train-wreck sort of way: so bad that they're actually quite attractive.
sounds like a superficial sort of day, i suppose, but it was good fun.
and then someone took me for a hooker in hyde park. i suppose it might have been exciting to earn pounds for a trick, but . . . no thanks. bastard.
there were enough Events afterwards to forget him, though.