Fish Island

I'm sitting here at a foreign computer down in misty Fish Island, at least that's what I'm told the area is known as. I can't see any evidence of being on an island. Last night I got off the train at Euston and was rushed off to seedy bars and pubs that served strange concoctions that I'd never sampled before. I woke up this morning expecting to be ill but I feel quite normal, unlike when I have a drink in Bogsville.

Sooner or later I'm being shown the local sights before going to the Barbican to see Sonny Rollins. It'll probably pour with rain.