Yes, it’s sad. But it was nearby and all.
I didn’t see Jennifer Saunders falling out of her car, or Tom Baker dropping by to offer helpful advice about Krynoids. I just had a quiet moment to myself, thinking about all those sketches and alien planets and Roman villas that had been hosted here over the years.
After that, I went and did some sensible sightseeing. The Globe and Southwark Cathedral and things. There are photos.
Now I’m off to the pub down the road for some food and some more beer. It’s still beautifully sunny, but very cold at night, and I’ve managed to catch a bit of a chill. But if there’s a better cure for that than English bitter, I don’t want to know about it.