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.

Blue glass, hot pink and bergamot.

1. Our taxi driver has a string of blue glass beads hanging by his window. He speaks proudly about his two boys -- one at school with my son...