
The racing was all done. We hit the Angel at the foot of the Henley racecourse, and then off to some nightclub whose name escapes me. It was 90% women and 10% ultra-skeevy guys.
At this point, mainly a photoblog of my life. Tangible evidence that I exist and that I've ever done anything is scant, since I haven't owned a camera until very recently, and have to depend on the shutterbug tendencies of others.