Clearing out the images on my phone has yielded up this, the view of Quartet Electronische playing at the posh engagement party:

And this, a sign that lurks around the back of Borough tube station. I remember being very drawn to this sign when I lived near the Borough about 8 years ago, and attempting to have my photo taken below it. Unfortunately it's about 12 feet above the ground, and any picture featuring both me and the sign would have rendered us both insignificant specks. I did see someone photographed next to it in Time Out recently, but either there was some crazy Photoshop work going on, or the person was on stilts.

Saturday was quiet. If you can call buying squid at a fishmonger and watching a James Brown documentary quiet. (I can.)

A trip up to Oxford Circus on Sunday afternoon, where Jenny had about 80 quids worth of clothes to return to Top Shop without a receipt, which meant no money back, only exchanges. So we re-enacted a supermarket trolley dash, being able to blow 80 WHOLE POUNDS in Top Shop on WHATEVER we liked. It lasted about 2 minutes, with 3 items in the trolley basket. Disappointing.

En route north we dropped in at the Hope & Anchor to have a restorative drink, with the added bonus of being able to nod at , and a whole lot of other people at the next table. Felt a bit like a gatecrasher, but fortunately smoothed over the cracks with his new brown tank top.

To Clapham North, and a Xmas pub quiz. “See you at 7″, I was told. “There'll be 5 of us on the team.” At 7.59, with the quiz about to start and the place rammed, still no sign of any of my team-mates. In a moment of madness and misplaced trust, I handed over 10 quid to the quizmaster to enter 5 people, received my paper and pen, and started writing out the questions as they were called out. Which town has been adjudged to have the worst Xmas lights for the 3rd year in succession? How would I know? In the ensuing minutes Vic, Chris, Jo and Claudia finally arrived. They didn't know, either.

We won a prize of a tiara and a red and white jesters hat for having the best team name, which was so embarrassingly dreadful I can't bring myself to write it here. This might give you some indication of the miserable level of competition. And not a great prize, for a team of 5 people. Throws up similar problems to the ones that Bullseye contestants from Bolton used to experience when landing the star prize of a motor boat. Especially if the two contestants weren't related.

Interesting question, that. Co-owning things with people. I own a DVD player with , but it appears to live in my room. I should buy him out. And I also own a Trivial Pursuit set with Jenny, which also lives in my flat. The moral of this tale: Never co-own anything with me, because it'll end up being mine.

Came a pathetic 15th or something in the pub quiz. Then walked to the tube. Horribly cold.