Thursday, February 14, 2008

New year, another fine mess and secret garden.

1. I walk through Soho and red lanterns bob overhead.

2. Overheard conversation: 'All I wanted was a c***ing sandwich and you've f***ed it up again.'

3. Nick takes me down narrow alleys and ancient streets to a secret city garden hidden away behind Oxford Street.

Awake, potato cake and done.

1. To wake of my own accord in the dark not long before the alarm. 2. Nick's potato cake today is a thing of beauty -- warm inside, with...