The Last Night; The Morning.
As I walked the queue once more, I was struck by one particular assembly... it appeared that they had bought Oxford Street out of Union Jacks to truly "pimp the Proms"!
They generously provided me with drinks, cakes (approproriately iced with the Union Jack, of course) and promised me quiche if I returned at lunchtime - so I'll keep this brief.
As the proms are winding down, they're doing their level best to keep the party going. If you pass them, ask nicely and you'll probably get a Pimms!
I've got my plot in the arena!
Here's a rare recording of the Grid allocation - can you hear the excitement in my voice? No? Listen again. It's definitely there, but it might be hiding under my need for coffee...
Adam, Keith, Louise and Tyrone camped out last night..!
See photo. I thought turning up at 4pm yesterday was keen. I thought returning for a late night roll call was good. I thought turning up at 9.30am was impressive.
I was wrong.
These extreme prommers camped out
from 10pm, braving the elements and using all their cunning to heat
their beans for breakfast. Following yesterday's coffee offer, I felt
that my generosity could easily extend to one more coffee run, so I
promptly furnished them with the strongest, blackest coffee that the
artist bar could offer.