Even though it was Saturday, I had gone into the fashion college and felt very pleased with myself. Looking for the bathroom, I met two very tall gothic drag queens who gave me directions. Tan-coloured thigh-high boots were displayed on the walls of their studio and I thought they looked badly made.

I had to unscrew the toilet. Out of the window, SS, a childhood friend, was busy ignoring her dogs who were lying down on top of other dogs to form a sort of column. I was on my way to the cinema in Clerkenwell. Janet Street Porter was mentioned.