Thursday, January 10, 2008


"oh, i dunno," says Sunday's date. We're standing in Old Compton Street. It is raining. He is very tall and blonde. "I hardly ever come out on the scene. You pick somewhere."

"What about that cafe?" I suggest.

He nods. "Or we could go to the Edge. I've heard it's good."

We go to the Edge. All the staff know his name. The barman tells me I've got his order wrong.

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