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I have the sort of walk or face or aura or whatever that attracts tourists and lost people to ask for directions wherever I am in the world. Today it was a group of european tourist collage kids who stopped me as I walked through Deans Yard behind Westminster Abbey and wanted to know how to get to ‘Saint Rock’. No idea what this is! A quick google and I am still non-plussed. I think at least one of those words was wrong when they asked me.

In a dream last night I was on lunch and getting a bus West of work, somewhere around Chelsea or Fulham, with lovely old red brick buildings and THE BEST BAKERS OF BREAD IN THE WORLD. I shall shop for bread here, and only here, from now on I claimed. A women asked me for directions to a restaurant she was going to, the name of which I can not remember, but she told me that it was staffed by ninjas who staged mock battles for the benefit of diners. Aha! Sez I, that’ll be such-and-such in SoHo, nearest tube is Oxford Street I think, and I remembered that Mildew had been there but a few weeks back and said that it was just brilliant. The women thanked me for my help.