Lottie has gone away for five days to somewhere unfeasibly remote with a clutch of her most intrepid female friends. The immediate result is that I realise she does even more company stuff than I realise. She’s left me a helpful collection of virtual post-its and she’s texting me instructions, but the effect is still […]
Nuka-World. It’s a bit like being an ocean tuna transported to a very nice aquarium. It’s chock-full of specially constructed tuna-tainment, but the coral’s all plastic.
The sky is the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. The Thames lies swollen with silt, shoes and stolen shopping carts. Someone nicked Alexis’s bike and threw it in a lake.