i've just realised that i really like brixton after last night's venison stew and mulled wine in the covered market followed by a not so good twin shadow gig. think aerosmith meets meatloaf meets douchebag. oh dear.
after a while, murakami gets addictive, so much so that i've gone back to read
the wind up bird chronicle
whilst i enjoy the last days of holidays.
what to do when this month's cash flow has drawn to a halt....go for a long and bracing walk around marylebone and fitzrovia
topped off with a homemade fresh carrot, super greens and ginger juice. and yes it's friday night but i don't care. bye for now x
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