There are times when living here is as unordinary as a passing breeze - that is, it's fairly undistinguishable. Other times, like last night, you catch yourself in the moment and it's happiness. 9.30pm, Thursday night, and you're at a tiny bar with an old school friend, who you weren't friends with at school but have become friends with on the other side of the world, and on comes a poppet of a singer and her cute accompaniment belting out a contrast of show tunes - Frank Sinatra meets Nirvana, Shaggy does Shirley Bassey - it's hilarious and the singing is great and we dance and drink Laos beer. In a tiny underground bar in the middle of London. And get a rickshaw to the last Tube home.
Today the sun's come out. It might not be summer - it's far from summer - but these occassional moments make life in London sparkle.
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