At Farringdon waiting for the train and feeling really happy; ‘Like a man in a room with a roof!’

Harry was my star of the show, on account of getting her dad Bob to buy my poetry book on his own birthday ( alright: and because she was the best looking lass to buy a book all night).

Thing is lots of other attractive and intelligent people also bought books, and some bought me beer as well!

Big thanks to old friends Gideon, Murray and Tracy. And the Jerusalem.