Funeral and transport

Today I am wearing a suit and tie at work, and have the afternoon off. Many colleagues asked me if I had a job interview.
We're going to Mike's funeral at Highgate. Mike passed away after a long battle with cancer; he and Wendy (who's been friends with Adrian for many years) got married in hospital a couple of months ago and had permissions from the doctors to go on their honeymoon. He was only 39.
Last time we saw him was at our civil partnership ceremony in April. 




May you rest in peace Mike.

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A 72-hour strike on the Underground started last night at 6 pm.
9 lines out of 12 are closed; service on one of the other 3 is partially suspended.
This morning at Victoria there were crowds waiting for the buses (which, surprisingly, were less frequent than normal) and lots of policemen (to keep an eye on the crowd: long gone are the days of orderly queues and good manners - nowadays it's shouting arguments and the occasional punch-up); I waited for 15 minutes and then walked.
I felt like a tourist again walking past Buckingham Palace, up Green Park and then through Mayfair and Soho to the office. Sadly the shoes were not very comfortable.