A day wasted on a terrible hangover and ridiculous hunger. The high point above the fog (apart from brunch) has been reading Persepolis. Simple black and white drawings are about all my brain can handle right now.
I wear the sweetest geek chic outfit I can find, including grandma’s shirt, men’s brogues and my True Romance hangover sunglasses, bought once when trapped with soup in my brain in the aggressive morning sunshine around Spitalfield’s market. I believe that if I dress like someone sober and serious I will be sober and serious. It is a philosophy which seems not to work and eventually I hide under the tartan blanket and flutter away to 1970s Iran.