Monday, September 11, 2006

Hats, rock down and everyone's friend.

1. Sunday hats in Brixton.

2. Discovering that there is a real Electric Avenue.

3. The staff at the local cafe all know and love my goddaughter Ellie. The waiter coos over her in every spare moment, and says the most wonderful moment in a child's development is when they get numbers for the first time. And the Australian waitress carries her off for a tour of the kitchen.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...