I am at the wrong party. Well that’s not strictly true. . I am at the right party but I am wrong. You see my old school buddy J has thrown an outdoor afternoon party in London but the weather haas turned out truly foul. Since morning it has been threatening to rain; the wind is chill and it is more then gloomy. It is dank. Consequently all the un-babied people, except me, have stayed in bed nursing hangovers leaving […]