Wall pasting and a coffee festival in Brick Lane. Talking too fast, nothing to say. The wall of the Walled Garden in Brockwell Park, somewhere to be. I love these flats round the back of Old Street. Doubled decker, decked out in Blue, the sky looks benign but today it was full of particulates, killing us softly. Ben Hauke at the National Portrait Gallery, the new meets the old. Brixton Market with it’s piss smell charm on a sunny Saturday, still fighting gentrification. A Triumph of design and engineering slowly rusting in Elm Park. And London City, the classic view from Brockwell Park, got to love it, got to hate it, got to keep on living here because it is most definitely somewhere.