Today I ran some errands late in the afternoon and, frankly, I did not know what to think. Is this more like November? April? What exactly? The news tell me that this is the wettest January since the beginning of all Januarys and I can well believe it, for I don't remember one coming even close to this constant drudgery of spitting/bucketing/lashing down that afflicted London almost every day of this month. And to the uninitiated perhaps London always looks rainy but, believe me, it is not. It surely experiences nothing compared to Manchester. So, there I was, walking down the street struggling to keep the brollie within the proximity of the head and then realising that I was wearing a hooded coat and I am sure this will help. Yeah, right. Then I was fighting the wind, the rain, the brollie and the hood puffing up like the cheeks of the big bad wolf. Eventually, eventually, I made it to my destination and eventually, eventually, I was able to stop for a hot choco on Kensington High Street. If you haven't tried London in inclement weather, you're probably no closer even to imagine what running a marathon every day of your life entails. It was well past 6 pm and the place was dead, which isn't the usual Kensington scene. But the upshot was a wonderfully private gander at the local Waterstone's in which I picked up the Listography 2014 diary. Who cares that we are a month in,... Read more →