Tuesday, April 23

Street art in Stockwell: a small crowd watch an actual street artist on an actual ladder engaged in actual street-arting.

I watch for ten minutes until the inevitable rain announces that today’s delivery will begin in five minutes. I head to the tube station and set off for the West End to see what Foyles and HMV look like nowadays.

I will fail to find the book I want but will manage to find the two cds that Mark will roll his eyes at later in the week.