London I

The flight over yesterday was pure hell. We first sat for almost three hours on the tarmac in Oslo, waiting for fuckin Gatwick to fuckin open. Then my hotel turned out to be a cramped little hole, where the water in the shower really came with only one option: Scalding hot.

Today has picked up considerably. I first went and spent some wonderful hours at the National Portrait Gallery, this time mainly the Victorians. Then I had a good lunch at the Ciao, the Italian cafe behind the gallery. In the evening I went out to Hammersmith and saw Jimmy Carr savage a couple of hecklers (he did a lot of other stuff too, but the hecklers were the best part).