Late last night Charlie decided to drive down to London. We stayed in and watched Crazy, Stupid, Love. This morning we had a lie-in but eventually left the house for lunch. I'd recently been recommended a place by my brother by the name of Byron Hamburgers. Fifteen minutes on the bus and a short walk later, we were sat in a booth with a couple cold Cokes. I got the Byron burger and shared a bowl of french fries. It did not disappoint.
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| Dry cure bacon, mature Cheddar and Byron sauce. |
Next, we moseyed over to Tate Modern and decided to buy evening tickets for the Damien Hirst retrospective. With several hours to kill, we crossed over to St. Paul's Cathedral and sat in the sun, where we decided to rent Boris bikes. We cycled to Spitalfields, and made our way to Sam's house. Once Baba arrived, we cycled back down to Southwark together. I enjoyed the exhibition and although a few pieces were underwhelming, some and especially For the Love of God were awesome.
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| Charlie with I am Become Death, Shatterer of Worlds. |
Afterwards, we were hungry and walked along the river to Las Iguanas. I ate half a chicken with curly fries, and drank Long Island iced tea. Charlie and I rode the bus back to my house, and although we bought beers on the way, we just watched The Voice in bed.
