Yes, we went on the 'Tate to Tate' river boat, and yeah, it is so very cool. Really luxurious. I tried not to be annoyed by the bloody Damien Hirst polka dots. Otherwise it's ace.
I don't want to talk about the fucking Globe at the moment...
The Tate turbine hall was shown to the suitably impressed H, and I took her around the 'Nudes' gallery. Many mindless sixth form types were capering lewdly, bellowing,giggling and performing their arsehole courtship rituals. I hate yoof.
Get this! H made me a present (I wish she'd stop...I can't cope with too much generosity...) of a MOBILE PHONE!
I am no longer the last person in the Western World without. (It's the most basic possible Nokia, and of course, I can't make head nor tails of it.) What bundle? Bundle of what? Me no savvy. I guess I'll figure it out eventually.
Gosh, I have a mobile!