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.

Brew-up, out of the oven and future dressing.

1. I stir the tea in the canister to get the right mix of black tea leaves and flower petals and orange peel and lift a spoonful into the in...