It was a fun, if weird, weekend. As some of you might now (if we’re friends on Facebook), it was my brother’s birthday on Thursday. To celebrate, we went out on Friday. I decided to take him to Queen of Hoxton, since it’s one of my favourite bars in London (subjective opinion, ok?) and he had never been there before (what??) As usual, I got a bit lost trying to get there on foot, despite starting our journey in St. Paul’s, where he picked me up. I’ve walked to Shoreditch so many times, and each time I have the feeling I’m walking there for the first time. It’s annoying, but also amusing, since I seem to get most of the trip right, and then suddenly get confused at a junction and take the wrong turn. After my brother laughed at me and made a couple of remarks (mainly because he had pointed out the right turn to take at the time), we arrived safely. Now, let me give you some background… I am a pain …