Stepping off the plane having flown from Krakow to Luton I was welcomed by a wonderfully sunny evening. On Saturday I met up with Nimesh for a lunchtime bite to eat. We ended up eating in a wonderfully British beer garden and chatting over several beers in the sunshine. He’s off to Taiwan for two weeks as part of his increasingly successful career.

In the afternoon I headed down to Clapham to meet up with Jon. We spent several hours on the thoroughly crowded common, people watching and chatting over a few tins.

On days like these I really want to live in London. It’s a great city with so much to do but as Jon rightly pointed out that I shouldn’t get to enthused, as this was the hottest day of the year so far. In Spain the great weather is taken for granted, in London I love the way most of the city make their way outdoors to enjoy the good weather when it comes.

Later on in the evening we went off with Jack and Harry to meet up with some other friends who were having a BBQ at their local. Next up we moved onto a house party in London Bridge. Held in Jack’s cousin’s flat (with large roof terrace) we continued the slow but steady drinking while socialising with all sorts of random people.

Having started so early, the night was guaranteed to end in disaster and Jacks improved ability to fall over was probably a good sign to leave. On the long walk home Jack was up for a bit of play fighting from which Jon sensibly backed away. Harry, however, did not. After a few friendly punches they both got a bit to involved resulting in Jack getting a clean strike to his poor little brothers head. The result? Well see for yourself: