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If It's Friday, It Must be Camp Attack

There's this odd thing in the sky here in London today. I think it's called the sun.

It's been a fast and furious week of work ... not much time to play. I plan to rectify that tonight. Off to Kensington to see how the straight people live, then will no doubt be trolling through Soho later on tonight.

So predictable.