05/14/2004: "It's a beautiful day in central London."
It's a beautiful day in London. The sky is clear, the air is warm and, between Bond Street and Wigmore Street, St.Christopher's Place feels like it's in a city far prettier, glamorous and civilised than than it actually is.
St.Christopher's is a square connected by two large alleyways, at the sides of which are fashion boutiques, expensive hairdressing salons, trendy bakeries and cool restaurants. Tables and chairs are out on the pavement and beautiful people in expensive and transient clothes are eating, drinking and being cosmopolitan.
Costa Coffee lured me with the promise of a raspberry Frescato ice and milk drink (£2.85) and I bumped into a cute, wealthy, woman I used to do jiu-jitsu with. If there had been clouds in the sky my head would have been in them, so she had to call my name a couple of times to get my attention. I exchanged chit-chat with her and her party as she shimmered in the sunshine as sun-kissed women passed by laughing and smiling.
It was pleasing to spend time amongst the hum of friendly people underneath a giving sun. Only the most impoverished in spirit would have begrudged being there - which is why I felt much safer when I'd got to the confines of HMV's basement and bought a copy of Ninja Gaiden to play in my sitting room with the blind drawn.