Ia! Ia!

There was a guy sitting opposite me on this morning's tube, slightly tubby, green fleece. He was reading H. P. Lovecraft. He got off at Finsbury Park and a tall, skinny skater guy with a Rough Trade bag sat down in his vacated seat, then took out a book - which turned out to be H. P. Lovecraft.

And I wondered, what if this goes on all day?

April 27th 2001

I wobbled down the main street of Whitby in my new boots. 'Hello,' said a voice behind me. I turned around, looked up - and up - to see a handsome chap in an A House T-shirt (Irish band, good choice), grey overcoat and tentative smile. I smiled back.

Happy anniversary, verlaine.