Went Seven Sisters for a further belated birthday treat; a meal. Saw some old friends near South Tottenham; i get about too much. Everything/ every encounter happens for a reason. Meal was Pimms, chick peas, spinach, Matzo, trout, lentils, rice, dauphinoise potatoes, a beer; she thinks i don't eat..Had Old Arak which is Sri Lankan rum. It was her thanks for me being a good friend. We put on cannabis and opium incense sticks; the room smelled dreamy.
Lunchtime i'd made a tabbouleh; lemon juice, olive oil, mint, tomato deseeded.

Strictly blew sparkles. Don't know if i want to see Deborah Meaden's 'fun side'. Did see her at the Olympia Horse Show once.

Wasn't planning to be out in the evening but Stamford Hill is near Stokie and an old friend Nick wanted to meet up. The talk was of trading kindnesses, offering; as in Cloud Atlas. Went to the Lion then White Rabbit, first of the month. Photo opps there. Last stop Jollys; bumped into Matt.

Three boys in London Bridge were trying to intimidate by blocking with their bikes: 'What cha saying? one said. 'Fuck off'. Bedbyes.