Sunday, December 9, 2012
The Jewellery Quarter
So we went to The Actress & Bishop, where we christened my new Morgan's Tarot (I will post on it properly at some point), then we spent some Goth time in St Paul's churchyard. Beggars of all descriptions, as creatures of the night themselves, recognise Trouble when it stares them in the face so would be unlikely to cause trouble for a witch. That poor wreck of humanity was asleep on a bench: I expect he had collapsed from drink or drugs. The third picture is one of several plaque-thingies on the pavement in Newhall Street: I'm not sure what they're for but the relief of the 1980s-yuppie mobile phone appealed to me. On to another pub before a steak at Cafe Rouge, then home where I had to change the bed as the cat was sick on it just as I went out this morning & I only had time to pull the sheet off before I went out.