Archie’s in town from Madrid, so we met up for some breakfast, shoot the fat, catch up since I haven’t seen him since December some time and I start telling him about my brother and how he’s moved back to Greece from the lovely and quaint place that is LA.

Actually scrap that, I was actually bad mouthing LA, but rather in that special fashion that I learnt from the great Bill Hicks. In fact I was probably trying to quote the man, and failing miserably I might add, but ultimately the gist was there for those to understand. Bearing in mind I swear like a sailor, the word shithole didn’t come out of my mouth, although that’s kinda what I was thinking about, but rather said it’s pretty terrible and the sooner it drops into the ocean the better this world will be.

Queue loner guy sitting just next to us (late 40s, early 50s, as he waves his hand in our general direction as in a manner of disapproval or something. Then he gets up and starts to talk to us. Man’s not from LA, he wasn’t from London, in fact I have no idea where he was from, but there he was and he’s talking and within a little while he started approving with our point of view. This is where the subject changed and from what I gathered he started to talk of some form of seminar that he runs or some such. Was he trying to recruit from the beginning? I honestly have no idea what he was actually talking about, at which stage it was time to go. London is a strange place.