Eventful evening

Well last night i went to the shakespere globe once again, this time to see a comedy of Errors (titus andronicus was better) but that turned out to be only one of the multitude of things worthey of a mention.

Alex At the show Alex fainted, now when we went to see titus andronicus 7 people fainted mainly because it was one of shakesperes bloddiest plays. Alex however shuned that opertunity and fainted and his most slapstick.

Thames But two minutes after the show. walking along the thames it became clear that sombody had ended up in the thames, i am assuming accidentally. Incedentally Ed Excel (the A-Level Exam board) got in to trouble yesterday for including a hangman doodle on the exam results page of there website.

Tower Bridge. As i was walking accross london bridge they raised Tower bridge

Pickpocket On the (149) bus there was a rather inconsiderate wee man who left his bags on the seat so that no one could sit down. well about 5 minutes after i got on the guy Shouts "STOP" really loudly and firmly it transpires that he had seen some guy try and steal the purse of a lady who was standing up. He then ordered the pickpocket off the bus and on his way. A couple of things occured to me here.
(1) Here was proof that there are comunity spirted people in london.
(2) First impressions can be deceptive (i would have picked him for th epick pocket and the pick pocket for a local).
(3) Was it the best thing to do to send the pick pocket off the bus to wait for the next 1 should i or someone else done somthing different to try and stop him more permenantly?

Cycling OK not technically this last night but on my way in this morning i cam closer still to almost getting knocked off my bike. A guy in a little van was pulling over to the left hand lane of pentonville road, which is exactly where i happened to be. So i tapped on his window he braked missed me and then proceeded to toot his horn at me. As he passed me he shouted that somthing un repeatable at me. luckilly he stoped at red lights just yards further down the road and it transpired that he was annoyed that i tapped on his window. not that he had almost knowcked me off, not that my hand was better than my entire body, not that for some reason he felt the need to toot as he was passing me, nor the fact that i was just happilly cycling along the road, well its the perils of cycling i presume.

First Siren of the day: 14:52 Pentonville Road, Unknown (siren count 5)