Friday 15 January 2010

  • I think I might love Henry Rollins. He's electrifying.
  • Scrambling around, in dusty half light, on the back stage of a theatre that hadn't been used in 20 years.
  • Scones and tea at a meeting in a 1930s wood panelled office.
  • No room at the inn(s) resulted in champagne and pizza at 2am. Hee!
  • I love London the most from the middle of a bridge in the dark.

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