Don't know if I'm blogweary, or just post-fast tired (it was a fast day yesterday. Though it's about concentrating on thinking rather than actively not eating). Been blown out by two separate friends to get curry in Cricklewood tonight, which I thought was the perfect precursor to an evening with White Teeth. Not least because the opening's set a large stones throw from my front door, and Samad allegedly/fictionally works in a Cricklewood Broadway curry house.
No matter. I'm making do with a large glass of rather mellow Cabernet Sauvignon and some very yummy soup my flatmate has made out of everything in our fridge.
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