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.