I guess the creative types of London thought it would be a sunny old summer and we'd need luring to the cinema. As well as the usual Somerset House outdoor season, there's been Clapton's barge cinema, bike powered flicks at Hackney Farm and even films shown on fridges. It's like they want me to forget my true and pure love for having a mid-film snooze on the sofa at Screen on the Green.
Last week, I went to a new local love, Dalston Roof Park, for a night run by the See Hear club. It reminds me of New York's High Line; a park right on top of a high rise, with spectacular views and plants growing wildly alongside crumbly brickwork.
The See Hear club's been running all summer and last week they paired noiry Sixties bitchfest What Ever Happened To Baby Jane?...
...with my current crushes, Veronica Falls. Think scuzzy boy-girl sort of shoegaze.
Also worth a bank holiday peek is 'grim love cemetary', The Museum of Broken Relationships in Covent Garden. It's nowhere near as sad as the name suggests; for a mere £3, you can see objects from ex-lovers and read the (frequently very funny) stories behind them.