I was running late.
I had had a relatively quiet day at the site of the hotel - one showround with one of our Sales guys in the morning and then just tying up paperwork in the afternoon.
I had left just after lunch to go home and do more work before heading into Central London at about 4pm with the intention of getting my weekly comic fix at the Forbidden Planet, so to have a couple of things to read on the Eurostar to Paris on Friday.
But I Was running late.
G and I had arranged to meet a bunch of friend's at Vertigo - the champagne bar on the 42nd floor of the NatWest building.
It was some late Birthday drinks for him and Karen was treating her parent's who were returning to Australia on Sunday.
I got to Holborn tube for 6.35 with plenty of time to make it to Liverpool Street.
Or so I thought.
There wee 'severe delays' on the Central Line and the crowd was at least five deep waiting for the next train so I elected to get the bus.
I left the station and plodded along in the warm evening sun in search of a suitable bus.
I eventually arrived 20 minutes late.
Much to the amusement of the others.
But the bar.
The views are unparalleled in London, the bar is almost 360o and you can see everything, looking down on the sprawling metropolis from on high.
Like Olympian gods with a splash of champers.
The only real way to appreciate the grand architecture of London is to look down upon it and see how it all interconnects in various ways.
And we had a great night.
As we were leaving, G summed it up best;
''We are very lucky'' he said as we exited onto the street ''we have such good friends.''
And we do.
01/06/07 @ 12:21