Karla and I went to the National Gallery to have a look at a sculptor who creates human looking statues. I had seen it already, on friday with Ricardo.
We then decided to go for a coffee. Old Compton Street. Found a table by the window, so we could watch people and comment on their fashion (non)sense.
And can you believe
Bob Geldof walked past us? And someone who I can almost swear was Val Kilmer...

I couldn't care less for the Boontown Rats or Live Aid... but i figured if I'm going to have a journal, i might as well report on the (non)celebrities I see marching around London. I seem to be the only one who spots them constantly. It's because I have a good memory for faces, and I'm always watching, aware of the environment around me. Most people just want to get from point A to B without having to tie their shoe-laces.