Sunrise with Sigur

Monday. Taxi then early bus to Stockholm Central Station. Ipod is working for once (it's been dropped in the bath, and is since only intermittent) and I catch a wonderful sunrise listening to Sigur Rós. Epiphany? Not far off. Sleep on the plane. London is harsh and damp, and it looks like it's been raining here forever. Lunch at the Piccadilly Cafe with the Colonel (English sausage!). Will the Colonel come and join me in Bologna in June for the drive home to hoard wines through italy and Germany? We'll see. Work. A few pints and then a Thai dinner in the evening. Check into the Old Folk's Home slightly the worse for wear. Ipod now silent again. Sleep.