Started the day with goodbyes from the in-laws at stupid o'clock in the morning as for some reason I had work the day I was going traveling. Anyway, backpack in tow I set off for my last day at the office for some 183 days, but who's counting.

After a bloody boring day at work I got changed and ran to the station to get the 5:25 train to London town. I was meeting our Sarah there and sure enough she was there with a proper cheesy excited grin waiting for me.

We headed for the underground and to our hotel. We found it with not too many problems (Sarah Satnav couldn't see the signs as she must be a long lost relative of Mr Magoo, blind as a bloody bat).

Dropped our bags off then headed to find something to eat, found a lovely little (cheap) Italian restaurant. We went in and quickly ordered Sarah a margarita pizza and Rick 'the power' Johnson seafood spaghetti. When I ordered the waiter-type-bloke who was as bent as a nine bob note, and who I am sure was wearing make-up, touched me longingly on the arm and said in a camp Italian accent 'ohhh that's a my favorite'. I looked round for Sarahs support and she's sat there pissing herself laughing (thanks).

Tea was promptly delivered and I tucked in. I went for one of the mussels put on the side of plate presumably for presentation. Something not quite right with it. Slightly crunchy and spiky bits in it. I reached in to my mouth and there was something in there. I pulled the spiky thing out....it was a f***ing crab. A whole spider sized crab. Sarah again pissed herself laughing.

We then headed back for Champagne at the room and set off for the firework display on the river bank, I was excited about this, but got there and there was loads and loads of human beings mostly foreign being drunk knobbers so we quickly turned round and made it back to the hotel near Paddington with 10 minutes to go before midnight. We watched the fireworks (which we could hear out the window) on the tele and was asleep by 12:15!!!!