The sun was out all day and I had lots of ice lollies. We had lunch in Covent Garden first and walked down. On the way we passed this amputee in a wheelchair. He was blowing into a whistle for money. Not playing anything just the high pitched �WOOO WOOO WOOOO� of putting air into a whistle. I laughed until I was nearly sick. Then a whole array of the Barking Mad accosted Hawk. It began from this point and lasted until we went home. He seems to have accepted this as a way of life. By the fourth person (a spiritual nutcase with intent to convert) I just grabbed his hand and marched him on. Once we got there they were free to high-five, hug, stroke and ramble away at him.
I�m missing out the thing here! As we were walking about the West end a lady ran up behind me, tapped me and said �are you with an agent?� I was confused. She said she was a model scout and wanted me to write my name and number. The only thing I could think to say was �but� I�m a fat midget�. I think Hawkey snorted an eyebrow. I was so embarrassed by it all that I ambled off very fast, so that�s my modelling career scuppered. He is under promise of death never to tell anyone that we know.
How great is House! I have just started watching series one. It's so late. I started writing this ages ago and got distracted by shiny things on the internet.
Soso