After a day cooped up on a training course (more online stuff with www.adam.vox.com doing an expert job once again) I've escaped to my favourite place for a stroll: South Bank.
It's warm and bright and I have an evening of theatre at the National ahead of me. The play is Black Album and is based on the Hanif Kureishi novel by the same name (hope I spelt his name correctly not on internet to check).
But first a bite to eat in the sun with Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince* - as is always the way with the books it has hooked its claws into me from the outset and I'm sure I'll devour it in a matter of days.
* want to see if my criticism of the film's plot changes and choices are justified
NB links added after original posting and I didn't much enjoy the play it couldn't decide what it wanted to be.