Pocket Gay.

A thoroughly strange evening. Went out with Rikki in Soho and bumped into his (kind of) boyfriend, Noah. Oh, and Noah’s ex boyfriends. Yes, plural! It was nice not to be connected to the drama and simply be a smug observer as the tension and awkwardness played out before me.

Photo below is of an incredible mural in a rather quite and remote lane, just off Carnaby Street. That area is quite depressing now. It’s become a yet another faceless high street, with only a hint it’s hippy past. A few candle shops hint at it’s boho roots, but it’s really just Elegant Slumming for young trendy media types.

Most definatly a fat day. Perhaps the 12 marks and spencer teacakes may have contributed to this. We'll never know. Spent around an hour last night looking at my body in the mirror. To be perfectly honest I was utterly dissapointed. Thought I would put my new camera to work and take some photos of it. It's a shame that I get to spend my whole life with this body yet I never get a chance to look at it properly.

Steff

Small, but perfectly formed. A rather lovely evening.