as I have been repeatedly informed over the last year.

However this may not inform my feeling while wandering through Bentalls Centre this morning that it was in essence no different from a seabird colony. I could imagine a helicopter zoom shot down over the cliffs to a squawking mass of terns or whatever squabbling and fighting over their nests; and the tiered and cliffed shininess of the Bentalls Centre with its loud and raucously breeding inhabitants is no different from that. I was too subdued to start saying "it's a breeding colony, nothing else" and contented myself with walking through the fountains in Market Place. Shot by both sides? More like wet on one side. Previously I'd been to the gym, and after that, had lunch and slept for an hour and a half until woken by a telemarketing call.

Tonight I have been up to Bayswater - to the Prince Edward - for the birthday celebrations of Olga, and its being Olga there was karaoke. Got talking to a young Polish woman whom everyone else seemed to be ignoring (due to almost everyone being in a couple). She is not even the first postgrad translation student I've met recently.

On the way home: the old Marlborough was full of people: the people who'd worked on it to turn it back into a pub. It opens its doors to the public tomorrow lunchtime, as the Fairfield Tavern. I'll be there.

The question is, can I live with this not-meshing with the rest of the world? Or is it just that some people make more of it than others?

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