Went to London with Jade. Caught train at 9:30am, which naturally left us in London at 11:30am. Decided to go to the Tate Modern.

Ate at a branch of the ubiquitous EAT. Saw a helicopter with a giant flying advert, which you don’t see every day:

Anyway, the Tate was rather dull so when the fire alarm went off unexpectedly we abandoned our plan and went to Soho, which is more exciting and has comic book shops. Visited Chinatown, saw weird orange squids, I bought some POCARI SWEAT which they didn’t have last time (a rather bland Japanese energy drink). Went to a geeky manga and anime shop which was staffed by geeky manga and anime fans. Some aimless wandering occurred. Decided to go get some food from an all-you-can-eat for £4.90 Chinese place called Mr Wu, which managed to seat ~20 people in a tiny, tiny room with free food and no elbow room. Still comes recommended.

After that… I think we ended up trying to get to Hyde Park, but the confusing road layouts made it impossible. Ended up accidentally discovering the Queen’s house instead. Went to St James’ Park, where there are tame ducks and squirrels:

We fed them mochi, which are really-not-very-tasty Japanese rice curd things:

After the animals all ran off we headed to St James’ Park tube station and ended up in Oxford Street. Went for drinks in a mostly-empty Marks and Spencers (woo!) and wandered down to Soho, which is a … colourful place at night. We walked down a genuine back alley! With genuine live peep shows! And then found ourselves in the gay bar district. And then played Para Para in some arcade, an arm-waving rhythm game which I actually wasn’t too shit at:

MJD HI SCORE!!

And then we totally failed at DDR, but that’s nothing new.

Trying to find our way out, we stumbled across a branch of Yo! Sushi, a genuine sushi bar with genuine conveyor belt thingy. I wasn’t very hungry and I’m not really a massive fan of sushi, so I just had some fruit and some delicious bean-curd pancake thingys.

Anyway by then it was past 9pm, leaving us less than 30 minutes to get back to the station. Thanks to the closure of the Central line and the inexplicable early termination of the train we were on just before we got to Liverpool Street, we failed at this. Luckily we could get the last train at 22:30.