Traffic was shocking, and I stood on the Charing Cross Road for half an hour, at one point. If I could have walked to the Strand, I certainly would have, as I used to do in days gone by. Charing Cross Road is actually quite horrible generally these days.
At Vauxhall, I happened to look up at those newish rich-peoples' flats, and on an upper balcony stood four people in bright yellow police (I assumed-) jackets, seemingly studying the traffic below. What was that in aid of?
I got a new rental video, three more episodes of DEADWOOD. Yay!