Central Line Shepherd's Bush. The home of fantastic fabric shops which for once I do not plunder. I do however talk about fabric. G does well to avoid the usual glazed male expression when I talk about organza.


G goes to hide in the Bush Garden Cafe while I get my nails done, get ghetto fabulous, which takes longer than planned. We walk back towards the tube station via the market, and buy striped socks, a staple of goth attire...