Holy crap, you think it is cool crossing the river with Saint Paul’s on one side and Westminster on the other, wait ’til you cross the river with Saint Paul’s on one side and Westminster on the other, lit up in the night. Seeing the London Eye and Big Ben in lights to my right made me look out for the Empire State and Chrysler buildings, too, before I remembered I was some miles too far east.

“Stranded” at the National Film Theatre was good like yellowhite light through curtains threadbare and falling to the ground. A funny-looking girl with a fringe made me think about growing my hair out again. Also, I realise, sometimes you need a car that doesn’t go anywhere, and sometimes you need one that does.

This morning so far it has been drippy drizzly, but me and Dusty Springfield, we are doin’ good upstairs at Ray’s Jazz, where a girl is just high up enough, skimming the tops of the big red buses.