We've just been up The Shard; me, my parents, Edward, Sascha and Julie. On waking up to dense mist and heavy rain this morning, we all realised we were on something of a hiding to nothing, and sure enough, after taking the lift 77 floors into the sky, we found ourselves staring blankly at a rain smeared window. Still, WE know we were there, and if we pressed our noses against the glass we could just about see the tiny toy trains coming in and out of London Bridge, which was a vertigo-inducing experience. As it got darker, and the lights of London started to twinkle, we could make out the shape of a number of bridges over the Thames and at one point, through the swirling mists, we saw the mysterious silhouette of the magnificent St Paul's.
We had Italian food
in Southwark for tea and then a quick drink at my parents' hotel, which I'm told
they got for £30 for the night! Ah! The benefits of recession.
the morning and early afternoon in White City, getting properly drenched, but
speaking to all sorts of fascinating people. Sometimes I'm astonished by the way
that some people seem able to trust us with their most precious, and, in many
cases, painful memories. It's a huge responsibility which I feel more and more
acutely the nearer I get to sitting down in front of a piece of blank manuscript
and setting their thoughts to music.