Pretty pretty walls. It’s sunny. At lunch I had to visit Oxford Circus so went for a wander through the arse end of Soho to the forrin exchange place by the station. Walking through Carnaby Street, sun in the sky, it’s lovely. I love London, I just don’t get to see enough of it. Wandered past a shop (I think it was called Canvas) where all the walls are scribbled on in marker pen. Very cool. Sexy cyclists zooming around topless are also cool. Went to the bank and paid stuff in. Should do me until Monday at any rate. Now I just have to worry about the no electricity issue... Sun has gone byebye now. It’ll get slowly greyer and more miserable until it gets dark. Then it might rain. We’re in the middle of a huge drought. Water intensive industry is told to use as much as it needs, we’re told to save water. Coca Cola is still manufactured (it uses 4x the amount of water to make coke), cars are still manufactured, lawns go brown and prices go up. That’s our solution to everything. Put the price up. Deprive the poor of something, don’t inconvenience the rich. The rich won’t notice the gas shortage. The rich weren’t dying this winter because they couldn’t afford to heat their homes. Remind me to move country soon? I pray for the rain. I hope it comes. I hope it wipes out the smell of the petrol and the nicotine. I want to smell wet grass again. River is definitely in order later. River and possibly some tea. I fancy champagne on a boat on the Thames. One can dream? Charles made a “moving tribute to Queen” according to the Evading Standards billboards today. I didn’t realise he was so upset about Freddie’s death...