Friday, June 30, 2006
I went to a conference the other day, it was fine. Opposite the hotel was a shop called Padre Pio’s, vendors of finest Catholic paraphernalia. A woman was sat outside it all day, smoking fags and throwing a Frisbee down the pavement for her dog (friendly-looking, with a man’s tie around its neck) to fetch. This was on Vauxhall Bridge Road – busy, full of cars and exhaust fumes. She might well be there every day: worth checking her out if you can.
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