The view from here
Since the last blog, I've walked my ass off all over the city while there's been a break in the weather. On Friday after breakfast, I jumped on the tube and went to Piccadilly Circus. The moment I stepped above ground, the gale force winds turned my umbrella inside out and broke it. Then it started pouring rain. I was drenched. I ducked into a cafe for coffee, bought a copy of TimeOut magazine and discovered that tomorrow night's Polari reading was a critics' choice for the week. Hooray!
Later that evening, the weather let up and it became almost balmy. I caught a cab to Soho and met my lovely friend Dave Cross for dinner at an Italian restaurant and then we walked through Soho Square and I caught the tube back to the hotel.
Tonight, Agnes and I are going for dinner and jazz at Ronnie Scott's in Soho. They're doing poetry and jazz.