Superhero

A helmeted, muscled torso on the end of a hawser, erupting from a machined cartridge. Quite a contrast to the small, white, twee, timbered cottage in the centre of Soho Square.

The chill of the morning gave way to the heat of the day at the conference where the air conditioning was, by turns, overwhelming and insufficient.

Later, I caught up with Tim on Poland Street and went for a tasty curry at Maharanis. Weighed down with rich food and beer, I plodded home and sunk, early, into slumber.