Staying in and searching through CDs, I have had an afternoon of teenage angst. Scott Walker, so beautiful, so soulful, whoever broke his heart and inspired all those sad, sad, melodies did a real job. His looks, his baritone, oh how I loved him and joined him in his wallows of lost loves that never leave you. I've had a thoroughly lovely time.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic