You'll Only Get More Wrath

When recieving my train tickets to and from the interview yesterday I grossly underestimated my timings. I ended up with two and a half hours to kill before the interview, so I had lunch by the river and then I went to St. Pauls to watch the 9-11 memorial service.

The interview went okay. I think I managed to convince the first guy who interviewed me of my abilities. However then we went upstairs and I found myself talking to one of the senior partners (the one that the company was actually named for). He asked me a series of questions that I didn't have prepared answers for, and I'm fairly convinced that I came across as a bumbling idiot. I guess I shall know soon enough if he thought the same thing or not.

After the interview I had another load of time to kill. I was beginning to get my bearings--get an idea of what was within walking distance--so I decided to the tourist thing. The engineer in me dragged the rest of me up the river to the Amazing Oscillating Bridge, as it was the 'attraction' within walking distance that I most wanted to see. Whilst I'm disappointed that I never got a chance to walk across the bridge whilst it still wobbled, it's quite an impressive sight nonetheless. The views up and down the river are pretty cool as well.

Yesterday was my first visit to the capital in three years, the first in five years where I've done anything other than ride on trains. Some things I've learned/remembered:

The city is filthy. Seven hours and everything I own is grey/black.

There are more cafes and coffee chains than any respectable city needs.

There are no bins anywhere. It's as if they want you to litter.

The bridge has stopped wobbling

Trust in me and I'll Lay all your Nightmares to Waste

Finished the first draft of Thanks for Listening this afternoon. Added another 65o words to it. I don't imagine for a second they're all very good words, but they're new, and that's the most important thing. I have a feeling the story will change a lot in the rewrite.

Did an impromptu word count to see how far along Dearest . . . has gotten. It came to 16ooo words, which is further than I've got before. Not great, when you consider how much time has been inputted, but not bad either.

Later . . .