with my sassy and delightful friend, Miss Lorna Goldie Lithgow, whom I hadn't seen in ages. Part of an inner sanctum of Scottish ex-pats, she lives in Stoke-Newington, a village like nabe with some rough patches and council housing, but charming nonetheless. After all, Marc Bolan grew up here! We raced around to pubs, chasing coffee and inhaling fish and chips and managed to slide onto the guestlist and see The Cure at an arena for free. Who knew that 50,000 people would go to see a plump ole kitty in lipstick?
Yes, even Iggy advertises car insurance on the Tube?!?!? Is nothing sacred?
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