3 Savile Row. It's a long story

Thanks for the suggestion.

I don't know how you guessed, that I passed that way this morning, and I see from the restorations that you have returned many times since, no skip big enough to hold that door for long I guess.

I imagine a vigil for a death, inconceivable and lonely. Stayed up all night yesterday some point off between now and tomorrow. Tell me it isn't true.

The pantomime wasn't cancelled.

To be continued later today, some where else? www.narviks.info

Forced to quit

Leaving becomes you, gypsy-like as ever, always moving to another campsite. I dreamt that you now live on a hill... that you have laid the room bare, departed just as I found a place of entry.

Train ride back through London Bridge station to New Cross Gate. I saw you passing, looked up and glanced, caught a glimpse of you up there, on the 8th floor of Hercules Tower. Meanwhile the camera from your last trip, to a room I haven't even lived in yet, barely imagined, is full of negatives, forensic evidence of an earlier departure.

You mentioned Savile Row, I will pass by there tomorrow.