Wake up to listen to a London radio host taking calls about bizarre government surveys and letters. there's the Birmingham council's survey regarding garbage bins which asks the gender and sexual orientation of the respondent (with a surprising range of choices). Why, asks one resident - if I say I'm gay do I get a pink one? There's a complaint that the form at the GP's office asks what colour you are (that's right, not race but colour). As one man says, can't they tell by looking? The strangest probably from a man who got a letter from the council referring to his wife's recent sex change. It was news to him.
Morning visit to Starbucks office to catch up on the email/internet. While the coffee is good, there's nothing very upscale about this particular venue - but the basement lounge does have a comfortable, slightly seedy feeling. Soft, if worn, seating, good music and no hurry.
Down Oxford Street in the biting cold to look at tablets at Curry's. The salesman is very enthusiastic about the Nexus 7, but his own has a cracked screen, and a bit of research turns up the info that this is a very common problem and not one Asus is too keen on fixing. A new screen is not much cheaper than a new tablet.
Dinner at the Indian Veg, the mostly vegan buffet near Angel tube station. The street market outside is just shutting down and the men look chilled through. As the canopies come down frozen slush slides onto the road to join the cabbage leaves and a wet abandoned glove. A surprisingly cheerful man tells us he's been up since four. It's warm inside the Indian Veg, though. It's warm and bright with signs advocating vegetarianism and providing bits of associated trivia. The young couple at the next table are happily affectionate and ask us to take their picture with his mobile.
Morning visit to Starbucks office to catch up on the email/internet. While the coffee is good, there's nothing very upscale about this particular venue - but the basement lounge does have a comfortable, slightly seedy feeling. Soft, if worn, seating, good music and no hurry.
Down Oxford Street in the biting cold to look at tablets at Curry's. The salesman is very enthusiastic about the Nexus 7, but his own has a cracked screen, and a bit of research turns up the info that this is a very common problem and not one Asus is too keen on fixing. A new screen is not much cheaper than a new tablet.
Dinner at the Indian Veg, the mostly vegan buffet near Angel tube station. The street market outside is just shutting down and the men look chilled through. As the canopies come down frozen slush slides onto the road to join the cabbage leaves and a wet abandoned glove. A surprisingly cheerful man tells us he's been up since four. It's warm inside the Indian Veg, though. It's warm and bright with signs advocating vegetarianism and providing bits of associated trivia. The young couple at the next table are happily affectionate and ask us to take their picture with his mobile.
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