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I’ve had these packages from Jamie Stewart for months. Three of them were still in their envelopes. I’ve been scared to open them. A new one arrived yesterday. So today I opened all of them. Or, I took them out of their envelopes. I took some photos. In some of the photos I include a donkey that Kenneth gave me last week. He brought it back from Cyprus. I still haven’t opened any of the actual packages. They’re quite pretty as they are, and Jamie, or whoever puts them together, is good at knots.

That concludes this blog post.

I was just in an Italian eatery in Crouch End where they had Charlie Chaplin’s The Circus looped on a TV screen near my booth. I hate the word eatery . It’s a restaurant, diner, café. Pasta for £7/8 kind of thing. They charge £2.25 for a cappuccino. The staff all speak Italian to each other. Family type place, friendly, if you think the waiters saying "Sexy ladies" to a couple of women who are having a coffee before they go to pick up their kids from school counts as friendly. No one said anything to me. Which was fine. I was reading a book and texting with a couple of friends. But I was distracted by Charlie Chaplin.

There’s a scene in The Circus where he’s walking a tighthrope in the big top, and he’s half way across and he’s unbalanced and teetering and he’s trying to look like he may fall at any moment. There’s no real sense of danger - it’s Charlie Chaplain. Then, for reasons which escape me, a couple of small mokeys run out onto the rope, climb up his body and sit on his head, clawing at his face, and then they tear his clothes off. Most of his clothes. He’s wearing the usual tramp outfit. His underwear though is remarkably clean and white. Then the monkeys run away again. I didn’t think it was funny.

This blog/website disappeared for a while this week as I made a small mess of transferring my hosting. More people contacted me about its absence then have ever contacted me about its presence. Which just goes to show.

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St. James’s Park, originally uploaded by Kill Pop.

I’m trying to decide where to go if I went somewhere , which is what I’d like to do, go somewhere, on my own, some town or something, not in London, with the sea and my little gloves. I have these little gloves. They are very much my favourite thing. I should take a photograph of them. But I can’t decide anything and all the web sites that claim to help with decisions like this really only shout at you and charge you money. I think the internet has taken a wrong turn as far as customer service is concerned I really do. I don’t really think that I just said it. Where should I go?

In a spasm of conjoined pique, Alan and Benjamin placed their arms over their head and jumped.