It’s kind of weird, but it’s easier to picture myself living in London than New York. London seems to have that cheerfully indifferent personality, or a slightly befuddled magnanimy; New York is all “Out of my way!” and “You snooze you lose!”

I was standing on the sidewalk late last night having a beer with my friend Dule. We were at Compton’s of Soho, one of the oldest gay pubs in London. I remember how shocking it was, when I came here ten years ago, to see people drinking outside, or see them with a can of Foster’s on the train. I also remember how shocking it was that most pubs closed at 11. Anyhow it was cool to hang out with Dule a little, odd to see him in London. He’s staying with his friend Tony and his partner James. Tony is an American who was over here for work/study a few years ago, met James; last year they got married (actually a civil partnership) and he moved to London. 

Saw another museum yesterday, Surreal Objects exhibit at the V & A, very cool. Wandered around a lot with my iPod and, yes, rode on the upper half of a double-decker bus. Not sure yet what’s up today. Happy Easter.