"Yeah, I love a bit of chaos, me."

Sundry gubbins including going back to town, and Town, big sleeps, time blindness, The Cow, Estelle Manor and the lovely Sri Lankan guy who runs the garage with cheap petrol on St Mark's Road.

Aside from a flying visit, I hadn’t been to London for exactly a month until I drove up last Thursday.

These recent weeks in Bruton, I’ve missed my life and my home in London. Missed it like mad sometimes, the pure sadness has been a BITCH. Obvs, I’m fine really. If I loved London that much I’d have moved to Dollis Hill and got on with it. You know. One…