Stumbling out of Meza well after midnight on knowing that I'd got to be somewhere for 8am and that I still had to go home was a small dilemma I've just experienced. Still we had a good evening, helping Alex have a bit of a celebration. And to my surprise I'd managed to get to Wardour Street first, even past the messy roadworks of Soho.
Of course, this part of London was still in full zing at that time of evening and the dinging tricycles were out in force.
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