Saturday 9 January 2010

• A couple of hours in Tate Britain and the pub with a funny friend, on the spur of the moment. Walking through the snow from the Tate, past the Houses of Parliament, was far too remininscent of a Turner for anyone's good (and certainly far too cold and wet for my good). Still a thrill, despite quotidian familiarity.
• The joy that is spending an evening with a man clad in a wrinkle-free M&S shirt.
• Messing with the youth of Shoreditch. Did you hear that story? In the Ham and High? About that guy who died... and the hearse? Hours of fun and games.
• Cherry red and red cherries.
• The small things thing has gone analogue.