Londonist pointed out a patterned window at a pub that looks a little lewd, so I went to have a look on Monday. It was at the Albert, the pub that has Queen Victoria's napkin on the wall and when I last went there, sold quite good battered halloumi.

The windows on the outside of the pub have quite a few patterns, so the pattern shown in Londonist wasn't immediately obvious. I stood there on the street corner for a while, trying to spot it, crowded by tourists.

Londonist: things to do on Monday 17th February.

I'm trying to find more things to do in my lunch breaks.

1. There was a day in the meadow, when I forgot how to skip. It had been some time since I last skipped, admittedly, and even more time since I had last skipped without a rope, but I still assumed that I could. My legs moved wrongly and I stumbled the first few times I tried, but suddenly I found I was skipping again, and it was then that I wondered why I was skipping.

2. I tried to remember Alice in Wonderland related songs: Jefferson Airplane's White Rabbit, and err.. Terrorvision's Alice, what's the matter? And that song that goes: Alice, who the f*** is Alice?

3. A different day in the meadow, I kept looking up at the sky, as the clouds looked particularly beautiful. The sky even had a "J" in it, made of jet trails. I ate some delicious cherries from a tree by the edge of the meadow, then stood, illuminated, underneath a broken street lamp, numbered 18. It was on and the rest were off.

4. Some days I think I see more butterflies than people.

5. Yesterday, I was stung by nettles, and saw many orange creatures on the backs of other orange creatures. It was too windy to photograph the thistles.

6. Today, I decided to live dangerously and began to follow the bees. A ladybird curiously appeared to have the Thundercats logo on it.

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Jul. 8th, 2010 09:11 pm
It wasn't the fluttering of butterflies, the lurking of ladybirds, the swaying purple grasses, the large blue dragonfly, nor the pink mallow flowers that made me smile the day before yesterday, but instead, the loud chirps of grasshoppers. I stood still and listened and then noticed one in the grass beside me.

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