Salty seadog
Senior Member
It reminds me of the day of Diana's funeral. I'd been out in London the night before so I was walking back to Waterloo station at about six in the morning, off my face, going past all these little tent villages of mourners who'd been camping out. I think I might have even taken a detour to go and peer at all the flowers and tributes and stuff.
It was a peculiar experience anyway, walking through central London absolutely trollied with the sun coming up over this sort of collective madness going on all around me. I didn't bring any Lego with me though.
I was working overtime that weekend.