So Harry’s giving me a tour of Barnes.  His hood, as the homies would say. It’s just west of where Richard lives.  Across Putney Bridge.  There’s a main drag, or as they call it here, a HIGH Street, with an endless row off non-chain shops.  Even an electrical shop, where Harry had his Dyson fixed.  […]

The South Africans got me back. You see the District Line splits, and you’ve got to get the right train.  And, at Embankment, the CIRCLE Line runs on the same track.  So it was confusing.  And I asked for help. The first guy had to take off his iPod headphones.  That’s one thing the mobile […]

Okay, I’m getting e-mail from here to Colorado re last night’s venue.  Yes, it’s the ICA, otherwise known as the Institute of Contemporary Arts.  The homepage is: ICA and a page about the Concentration game is at: Memoryplay. After writing to you last night, I went to bed.  Went out like a light into one of […]

So we’re going to the gig and Harry points over his shoulder and says "There’s Buckingham Palace."  Now usually you’re a tourist, hunting down these attractions, but to be cruising with residents in their car is a wholly different experience.  The flag was raised.  The Queen was in.  I suggested dropping by.  Hell, in L.A. […]