Frank The alleyway outside my office is used as a toilet by the local street populace - pleasant early in the am or late in eve. Shattered neon light bulbs this morning mixedsomehow with the faintly recognisable odour of urine. The drunk who hangs around and shouts to/at him/me-self with his trousers down to his thighs was talking to the man repairing his door - no feedback was discernable except the unspoken fuck-off that surely is his staple. Another read some pulp with a can of tennents on the steps of the young vic prop room -- somewhere not far off there is money ploughing into the streets - southwark tube, fcuk ad writ 15 by 40 metres (temp) on the wall - soon the moved-ons will be yet agian into some other place which will become the real centre of interest? can of K masked hopefully by mints allow the day to extend. 500 labels need to be stuck onto 500 postcards - . Ha crehne bpntahckoro ynabreehnr no typnemy/ARELS ha bdictabke henkcno bpi moxkete monyntb...will be read by muscovites as a result.