I go to the bin
I throw the laundry in
Dig out the cleanest shirt
When all at once I'm seized again
By an exquisite hurt
That untouched take-away
I brought home the other day
Has quite a lot to say
The evidence is clear
On every side, piled high and wide
About how lately I've let things slide
I'm just about holding on
But lately I've let things slide
- from Lately I've Let Things Slide by Nick Lowe
One place I haven't yet been to is the new fried chicken outlet on Evalina Road. This isn't, I hasten to add, the latest in the hip, 'dirty food' wave of openings. Oh no, we'll have none of that in SE15, thank you very much. No, this is Monley's. That's MONLEY'S. As opposed to MORLEY'S. No disrespect to the latter but, as far as ripping off someone else's idea goes, that's hardly reaching for the stars is it?
Not that the owners seem overburdened with any particular sense of shame. On the contrary, inspired no doubt by the example of Danny Boyle's endeavours at last year's Summer Olympics, they opened with no little fanfare:
keeping up appearances
The first mental health recovery college to open was South West London's. They made this short film about it, which gives a really nice flavour of the inspirational nature of this approach to recovery:
are they sure?
no new recipes, but there is a new page all about cheese
His widow was joined onstage by Tilda Swinton, whom God preserve. They then led the audience in a dance-along to Barry White's 'You're My First, My Last, My Everything'. Wonderful.