apex

after a beautiful, sunny weekend comes the undulating rain of tuesday. london's forecast in the summer is usually rain, shine or cloudy depending on the weather station report and since this is my favorite season, i will not shut up about the long days. i will write and write and talk and talk.

for the likes of us who were born in the pacific and work long hours in the grey corner of the planet, the long days are the ultimate bliss -- the dazzle of solstice, the sparkle of the sun! concerts, plays galore in the west end and even as far as manchester. due to my languid, listless spirit, i missed out on a doll's house with gillian anderson at the warehouse. early bird catches worm and all that crap permeate the air. truly, truly i'm not an early bird. the only chance i could get near jude law playing hamlet is to read the reviews in the periodicals and peruse the after-party photos in the entertainment pages. at least there's no missing out on vedder and pearl jam or a peek of the tempest at the park which is yet to book. but hope springs eternal and all its attached cliches.