on march 23, the cadbury machines on the underground were working for the first time in over two months..

... in celebration, I bought some mini creme eggs.

It was not just the wine that was heady, I realized this morning - it was the city. I think everybody should cross a bridge at the start and end of every day. There is no doubt a sense of the epic - even when its just a few steps.

Waterloo is barely a bridge. It is a smothering of monumental images that somehow lose perspective and smash up against one another into an onslaught of magnificence your eyes can't really handle. It is necessary to lieterally squint like the sun is too bright because the power of the images in your retinas is too strong. Everytime I look across the river at St. Paul's with the tall white and red cranes hovering over the buildings surrounding it I can see it only as a print - I cannot believe it is real. I have found my place to write in the city. What was I thinking when I thought it would be inside a coffee shop? Noise and cash registers do nothing for me, but this first lengthy feel of the sun has done everything.

Take me back to this classical terrace above the Victoria Embankment and let me watch the dirty Thames sparkle brilliantly in the sun, unknowing of the fact that it is itself toxic, filthy and destined to kill anythin ghtat lurks in its water. Let it be and let me watch the iconic double deckers make their way back and forth the bridge, looking for faces that peer out from the top deck.