Watched LXG with adjectivemarcus last night, which was actually even sillier than I remember it being. Today I got the tube into Oxford Circus and had the odd experience of walking down Oxford Street before nine o'clock when almost everything was still shut - it was rather lovely. Celebrated the beginning of the month by spoiling myself at Marks & Spencers and then spending a happy happy hour in HMV deciding not to buy things, although I gave in in the end and bought Darren Hayes's 'Popular' (of course) and also 'Michael' by Franz Ferdinand on 7" (~bounce~) and 'All These Things That I've Done' by The Killers, on the basis that you Cannot Go Wrong with buying a good song, on yellow vinyl, with a free poster, for 99p. The boy behind the counter in HMV was stunning, too, just the right side of goth-metal. Made me smile.
The bus journey home took me, naturally, across the river and I looked out of the window as we went over and saw the north bank in a completely different light to how I normally see it - it looked European, reminded me of travels in Germany and Austria. I love this city, I love that it can do that to me. I was thinking, stopping by some grand-scale construction work on the way to adjectivemarcus's, in the late afternoon sun last night, that there is beauty in this city even in the curve of the swathes cut in the dirt in what is as yet almost a wasteland. I don't even feel particularly strange for thinking that, today. There's beauty everywhere, you just have to take your time to find the right way to look at things. It's trite, but it's also true.
Very happy today, really for no reason other than good company and beautiful skies and the city. It's a good way to start a day.