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Just behind my work place, if you walk over to BrookeÂ’s Court and on to Leather Lane youÂ’ll find yourself immersed among a small market place full of world cuisine and custom jewellery. A few weeks back I was in the used bookstore next to the Lebanese resturant wavering through the fiction shelf, I managed to find some books by Banana Yoshimoto, and for a few quid you canÂ’t really go wrong.

On the tube this morning I was racing through the last few pages of Kitchen; Moonlight Shadow, desperately trying to finish the book before I got to my stop. I managed to get to page 148 and realised the last page was missing.

My boss is one of kindest people I have ever met. HeÂ’s so nice that if I am ever late I sometimes feel hesitations of guilt. But in my last job I was late everyday for over 2 years. I would get reprimanded every 2 weeks and I would make lame efforts to make it on time. But things like that donÂ’t work out. My bossesÂ’ wife had a baby the other day. They named him Digby Elliot James Mitchem. He also gave me the afternoon off.

I took the tube to Oxford Street., and walked over to Great Portland Street to a sparsely inhabited café that I used to frequent. I bought tomato and basil soup to go and stuffed half a baguette in my jacket pocket.

The weatherÂ’s been pretty mild as of late. ItÂ’s nice.

I went to Borders, upstairs, traced through the rows of books until I found the YÂ’s and found Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto. I leaned against the shelf reading the last page while holding half a cup of soup in one hand and half a baguette still sticking out of my jacket pocket. I think, out of all the short stories by her I think Moonlight Shadow is the best. ItÂ’s hammy, maybe a little gay, but itÂ’s quite alright. Anyway, as I filed the book back into the shelf, a worker from the store asked me to leave. No food or drink allowed in the store.

I went over to Denmark Street to see some friends who were rehearsing at the studio. Now I am sitting a fag-smoking-distance away from Soho Square in the reception of my friendÂ’s work place typing this entry. ItÂ’s a pretty swish media company, its got wireless MacÂ’s lying around with bowls of rainbow coloured candy. I want to have a serveral drinks now but she's probably busy alphabetising miniature cereal boxes.