Red

I saw one of the reddest men I have ever seen last night as I went to catch the tube. His face was the colour of rhubarb. The sort of red you can only achieve by years of dedicated alcoholism. Unbelievably red. So red I couldn’t help but stare as he stumbled around mumbling to himself showing off his big red face. I wonder if when he looks at himself in the mirror every day he is surprised by just how red he is, or if, like the smell of shit in the countryside, it is something you get used to over time?

Also, I ate an unbelievably good cake over the weekend, bought from a farmers market. A sponge style cake (but the sponge was almost shortbready in flavour) with blackberries and some sort of syrupy covering. It was delicious. It was a big cake but only lasted 2 days. I wish I could cook cakes like that. Although, if I could cook like that I would be enormous… mmmm cake.