Summers in Bath

[So there I was, between Anthony's legs...]

Summers in Bath are lonely for the students who choose to stay. Last night Anthony, Fab, and I went to Le Beaujolais for dinner. Very good mid-price food, and a great environment, with rude posters on the walls. I was particularly impressed by the wall lamps. They were wood scultptures of a nude, voluptuous girl with a giant snail between her legs. Soft-porn surreal kitsch at its best. The rest of the evening found us chez Fab’s, taking photos with his new digital camera.