So, a few months ago, I heard a rumor that my friend and web administrator, Harmony Carrigan, Queen of Peggster and brave soldier in the fight against fake Peggs on MySpace was coming to the UK, from Memphis, Tennessee, to visit relatives in the magical prefecture of Croydon, Surrey, which for those of you who don't know is slightly south of Londinium. "You effin' what?" I cried, spitting out my Montecristo No.5 cigar and spilling my Courvoisier all over my leather trousers. "Harmony's coming to the United States Of Britain?!" "Affirmative", trilled Cantebury, my robot butler, "she will be here in May". "Bloody hell!" I shouted, pacing the cave like a neurotic Polar Bear in an abandoned Eastern European zoo. "We must spend time in one another's company." "And why is that sir?", said Cantebury, his metallic bow tie glinting in the dim light of the console deck. "Because, you mechanical ninny", I hissed, punching data into the main info hub, "she has put in an invaluable and virtually unthankyouable amount of hard work in my honor and I at least owe her a light breakfast and some good old fashioned hospitality." "Very well sir", said Cantebury, revolving at the hip, "I shall prepare the banquet hall". "Fuck that", I trumpeted, "We're going to kick it old skool. I'll meet her at the Big Talk office in Nassau Street and take her for breakfast at the Charlotte Street Hotel. "As you wish sir", chirped Cantebury, as he slotted himself into the transit tube. "Will that be all?" "No, I want a Coke Zero, you prick!" And with that Cantebury, disappeared off up into the main house and I slumped onto my bean bag to contemplate darkly. I'd met Harmony in LA in 2007 along with legendary CA Peggster Lieutenent, Nicole 'Thirtyhelens' Campos. We had lunch at the Four Seasons and shot the breeze for an hour but other than that, we had only ever communicated electronically. So it was that I arrived at Big Talk to discover Harmony and her mom, Claudia awaiting my shuttle. We had a little tour of the facility and met the crew, including den mother, Nira Park. We then tootled off to Charlotte Street for breakfast in the sun. During conversation over omlettes, I learnt that Harmony would be remaining in Europe for a full two weeks. On hearing this I insisted that we take time the following week to go on a little trip and one week later, that's exactly what we did. First stop was an alleyway in Camden, where me and Jessica Hynes (nee Stevenson) once did battle with some dastardly youths.

The alley where I died.

The next stop was a no brainer...

Harmony by the Spaced house.

Me and Harmony by Chez Spaced

Me in front of the Spaced house.

After this we headed up past The Shepherds Pub, which was the inspiration for the Winchester, into Crouch End where only streets away from my own house is the hood of a certain erstwhile Zombie basher.

Shaun has reinforced his gate

After the Riley house, we wandered across the road to the shop.

The long walk.

...and attempted an important life choice.

Diet or regular?

Then back across the road, failing to notice the encroaching masses of animated corpses.

Spaced/Shaun hybrid moment.

After a drive up the road where Shaun and Ed hit the Zombie with the car and an unsuccessful attempt to find Philip and Barbara's house, it was time to return to Big Talk towers and bid farewell to my pal Harmony but not before we bumped into hot young director, Edgar Wright and our old friend and US blog mastermind Joe Cornish. What a lovely day it was. The very least I could do for someone who has put such a huge amount of personal time and effort in creating and running Peggster. Harmony, you're my hero and I thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed your day.

I'm off on holiday tomorrow, so I doubt I'll be blogging for a while. So, until the next time...

Peace and indeed, Harmony,

Simon.x

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