I still had time so I decided to wait on a cafe instead of admiring the huge Crossrail boring machines on Farringdon (I didn't want to get the builders to think I was interested in them). There my Ahab pen sort of behaved for the most part, but one of the times that I uncapped it, it sprayed some ink all over the place. Guess I'll have to study more about this pen and how to tame it.

I quite like the waiter (the huge face on the left page). I would have got a better result if an old man (the guy on bottom left) hadn't sat in the middle of my line of vision, but that's life, I guess...