- Bob and Roberta Smith admired my brooch. Vindication. (Sadly, or possibly for the best, I didn't tell him that the brooch is called Bob.)
- A wry grin and entertained twinkle, intended to be over my head, about my existence.
- A new bracelet - called Terence.
- Beer after beer after beer in the sunshine at the Vauxhall art carboot sale and the wider sphere of East London.
- Bumping into a whole heap of people from different moments in my past and present.
Sunday 14 June 2009
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