Portobello Road, Portobello Road
Street where the riches of ages are stowed
Anything and everything a chap can unload
Is sold off the barrow in Portobello Road
You'll find what you want on Portobello Road
Today I found the secret recipe to enjoy Portobello. First of all, bring very little cash. Otherwise, you'll spend it. Secondly, walk the entire road - a good hour's walk - without buying anything. Then eat. You'll feel better once you eat. Then turn around and head back down the road. This time you'll know what you're looking for, you'll know where stuff is, and you'll know if you really want it. Amazing thing about lunch: it clears your head. I bought a leather motorcycle jacket - my first Portobello purchase in years of coming here.
Tonight Miles and I went our separate ways. Our first night apart! But he's a grown up boy now and I trust him on the streets of London. Especially since he was with Brian, Chris, and Kacey. They went on the St. Paul's ghost walk, which we did last year with Simon. Miles loved it. He told me all the spooky stories later that night. I was having a spooky story of my own. Alex and I went to see David Lynch's Blue Velvet at the BFI. Holy crap, that movie. I forgot how scary it is, and how campy. I'm never sure I totally get it, but it's always worth the ride.