A place is not itself without the things and people that are in it. So.

I had some serious, long, ideas for this task. Some of them were, frankly, a bit much, so be glad that Thursday night, I decided to ditch them, cause I worked the most rock and roll show. Then Saturday morning I thought, fuck that, here's what you're getting. (Sorry if this is confusing--blame the whiskey, gin, whatnot, and the fact that I'm working backwards. Having the date change at midnight when sensible people are still awake makes it trickier too.)

Ten Years? Who needs that long? How 'bout 15 HOURS?!!?

On Saturday night many people tried to have parties on the circle line, in one vein or another, inspired or not by this one and its successors, and with questionable success.

Suspecting in advance that it might turn into a mess, and needing some way to carry on after our cricket match faded out, we decided to jump the gun early Saturday morning. Not quite the first train, but nearly . 5:45am or so, but still Friday night.

To be ultra-clear: Boris Johnson, the new mayor of London, has banned drinking alcohol, effective this Sunday just gone, on public transport. So the cans of lager you see below are no longer, in theory, possible (at least with such impunity).

This video is borrowed from a friend, but the photos are mine (except 2).



Obviously a great many people made this possible. If you were there let me know and I'll add you as collaborators.