dream maker, heart breaker

I went for a really nice walk the other day, I managed to listen to Hissing Fauna, Earthly Pleasures and half of Waterloo to Anywhere, to give you an idea of how long I walked. I walked toward the city but got as far as Holborn Viaduct before deciding to head for the Thames and I thought of erstwhile friends while crossing Blackfriars Bridge to get to the Southbank where it was relatively quiet. I remembered all the times I had been here before with and without other people. The tide was out as far as I'd seen it for a while, my boyish curiosity surfacing, I wanted to go down to the side of the water amongst the driftwood and beer cans, get a closer look at the barges moored a little further out, I always wondered what was in those vessels. I thought of my father, he'd sometimes take us down to the sand and dirty water, we would write our names in the dark, wet sand with sticks which we'd later use to rake across the railings back on the promenade. By the time I came out of my reverie I'd already walked under Waterloo Bridge and there was some sort of party going on under the Hungerford Pier I didn't look down I just felt the bass in my chest. There were more people now, mainly tourists as I neared Hungerford Bridge and the light from the new shops in front of the Royal Festival Hall annoyed me. I knew I wouldn't have to put up with tourists much longer because they rarely went underneath Westminster Bridge, they would climb the steps on to the bridge to get to the palace of Westminster and it's St Stephen's Tower. As I approached, passing by the London Eye and the County Hall with it's Storm Troopers aiming out across the dark river and the Dali sculptures with all the Maccy D litter strewn under them. I entered the damp tunnel glad to leave the tourists behind, looking forward to a quieter walk. On the other side St Thomas's Hospital looked down on me and I thought of the few times I had been in there, when my son was sick, the time my friend had her baby. The rest of the journey on the South side of the Thames was unfamiliar because I had rarely ventured this far west, I carried on under Lambeth and Vauxhall bridges till I could no longer follow the river. I turned back and crossed Vauxhall Bridge, a lot of buses were passing me and I thought I might jump on one because I was getting tired. When I was nearing the other side of the bridge I turned my ankle and had to sit down for a few minutes until the pain eased. Heading back in to town on Millbank, across to Whitehall, over Trafalger Square and home. I didn't do much thinking on the way back, probably because of the pain in my ankle and I didn't enjoy it as much as the Southbank again the pain was a dampener. The South seems to hold all the memories and you look over the river to home, maybe that's why I like it there.

Anyway that's what I did instead of drinking on Satruday night

Edit: I think I've fixed it but for some reason the sentences somehow ended up in the wrong order. I don't think it would make much difference anyway lol :)