I Want You to Know...

… that we kept our date at the Tate Modern; you, me and a flask of whisky. The tide was out, so we went down to the rocks by the Thames and had a kip (is that right? a kip?) while St Paul’s chimed and the rain came down-one for me, one for my homies. 

The exhibition was somebody called Taryn Simon. I liked it, but I don’t think you did (too many footnotes) so we cut it short and had lunch.

You’re so generous when we talk Lux. It’s something I hadn’t thought about until now, but that’s what it is. Generous with laughs, generous with thoughts, generous with your suspension of disbelief. I’m so grateful for that-it made a real difference, in every city we’ve landed in together. Thank you.