Zapping onto Tottenham Court Road to hear the voice on the PA system kindly informing us that the "planned industrial action by some London Underground staff has been suspended, please look out in media outlets for further details". Media outlets couldn't they just say shops or newsagents?
But the good thing about parties is that you get to meet a lot of nice people you've never met before. So waving at tiki Chris, Mr Bluesky, the Duck, Kathryn, and Poppy. It was a pleasure to meet you all.
Going home I was absolutely knackered and fell asleep more or less from Leicester Square. I normally have some innate sense that I like to call the Tube Fairies who wake me up, near my stop. Today the Tube fairies, may have been on strike! I woke up thinking that I had missed my stop and that I was approaching Acton Town. I was in fact approaching Hounslow East. (I was virtually at Heathrow Airport - the scene of Naomi Campbell assaulting a police officer - not another fan of Terminal 5!)
It took forever to get back home. On the way back we waited at Acton Town for ages, before the train decided to leave. Changing at Turnham Green, another long wait and a man had pressed the useless platform help pod and in the end I ran down the stairs and asked the remaining staff member what as going on.
I clearly need to start wearing "wakemeupat" stickers.