Sunday

Will crashes round at our insistence - last time he was over for drinks and larks he walked all the way home to Neasden like some sort of mad alcoholic - and in the morning we enjoy omelettes and a bit of 30 Rock. Will's never seen it before so it's nice to introduce someone new to a show that's still criminally unheard-of in this country. He heads home before long and I play a wee bit of FIFA while K potters. She's off to the Ben & Jerry's Summer Sundae festival today on the promise of free ice cream and a number of lacklustre indie bands, leaving me with the afternoon to myself.

After popping into Wood Green to buy a cork pinboard from Wilkinson's (K has wanted one in the kitchen for a while now and I thought it'd be nice to have one up on the wall for when she got back) Alex comes over and we decide to head into town to have a wander around the British Museum. We've both been fairly recently, but the section of Richard Herring's book I'd been reading in bed this morning mentioned going there to see the Lindow Man - a brilliantly preserved body excavated from a peat bog. This meant we had something specific to hunt for.

We take the tube to Russell Square and after I dare Alex to run up the 175 stairs that I almost blacked out on once we walk through the warm sunny square towards the museum. The place is absolutely crawling with tourists (as one would perhaps expect on a sunny Sunday in July) so we have to file in, but eventually we find ourselves in the upper galleries looking for the British history section. We manage one whole circuit of the building with no Lindow Man to be found. At this point I'd mainly been referring to him as Peat Bog Man - we thought it'd be funny if it was actually just a security guard called Pete Bogman who'd managed to become part of the museum folklore - so I admit defeat and get my phone out to Google the British Museum website and find the correct room.

Eventually we find the exhibit - which we had in fact walked cluelessly past several minutes before. To be fair to us, it does just look like a dark corner of Room 50, the lights needing to be dim in the interests of preservation, but the mysterious man's story is very interesting - he certainly didn't have a very nice death. It's also nice to have been led here on a whim, inspired by a comedian's biography, and reminds me how amazing it is to be able to just 'pop' to the British Museum when you live in London.

After finding Pete Bogman we're both pretty hot and thirsty, so we walk along Oxford Street and head up to the Green Man, where we sit and have a nice pint before heading home. I get back and read a little more of How Not To Grow Up before K gets back and we have a delicious dinner of chicken Kievs (that feels like it should be capitalised, but I'm unsure), new potatoes and broccoli.

Later, egged on by the various TV folk we both follow on Twitter, we watch Sherlock on BBC1 - the 90-minute first part of a three-part adaption of Sherlock Holmes stories set in modern day London. Holmes, played by Benedict Cumberbatch, is great fun to watch as he is in almost any incarnation (though admittedly I haven't yet seen the Robert Downey Jr. version) and I remember just how much I like watching detective stories; despite never bothering to read them. Martin Freeman is also excellent as Dr. Watson, and as the episode finishes I'm already very much looking forward to the next one.