25 February 2011

Soho from a window

8.59pm

The dull, brain-sapping glare of the office lights are working well. I should feel, well, at least a little tired. But I don't.

Centaur Publishing at night.

The computer is all I can see. The half-cut denizens of Soho are all I can hear.

My feature is nearly done. Nearly.

Now to treat myself.

Egypt meets weavers, bags of baby duck. 13 and a half tog.

Mmm, bed.

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