God bless the Robbs

Hold fire on the plastic surgery appeal - Jo has produced some fine photos of the wedding. I look like a normal human being! Just the chins to lose and surely that can be achieved by eating less Fabulous Baking Boys flapjacks!

And Steve surpassed himself yesterday by conducting a Literary Tour of London Town for us. We met in Gordon's Wine Bar by the Embankment, which was exciting in itself as the police had sealed off Embankment tube station because some dozy twat had left a baggage unattended.

Once the kerfuffle had died down we were on our way. First port of call was in Villiers St to see the blue plaque for Samuel Pepys, who lived in a flat above a shop and used to drink in Gordons.

Then we were on our way round the Savoy area, the Adelphi, into Fleet St and on. We were introduced to such illuminati as Pepys, Orwell (born in a house now under the former Army and Navy in Bromley, dontcha know), Dunn, and loads more who I can't remember at this time of the evening.

Steve did well. He did particularly well on his specialist subject Dr Samuel Johnson, who he even wrote about for the BBC.