Yes, I've made the fire all about me...

Made the massive error of going to camden on saturday night even after hearing about the fire.  Yes, I'm an idiot, but it couldn't really be helped - I wasn't the shepherd, I was the sheep, and it was the shepherd's birthday, and he wanted to go to a bar in camden, and he was drunk, and there was no reasoning with him.  And I'm a sheep.  Getting there was fine, and the bar was at the chalk farm end of the high street, so that was all ok too.  But getting home - oh boy.  Missed the last train from chalk farm, tried to get up to camden, street cordoned off, station closed anyway, rubbish policeman with no idea what we should do, moronic London transport man who made us walk for a million miles, getting on the right bus but going the wrong way, and finally making it home by getting off the bus (the right one this time) and sprinting home because I'm a scaredy cat and don't like walking home alone.