Yesterday was the big push to get to Atlantis. My dear, it was pissing down. I had a ride home arranged, I had cash money, so all I had to do was get there and shop.

Alright, maybe it has been 10 years or something since the last time I went there, but in the rain, and with a slightly broken boot, I was entitled to a bit of head screaming when I turned the corner between the mosque and the Bell Foundry and instead of Atlantis I was faced with a big new building with a massive Tesco Metro and NO ATLANTIS. I don’t have internet on my phone, so I called my driver in waiting and he told me where it’d moved to, which was, thank all the gods of the east end, very near, and I de-escalated the panic mode.

You know, much as I love…