today i was back under the clock; in a flurry of bic biros and treasury tags it was found to be hard. it was hard to know what to do when i came into the driving hail and streaming light of west london, so i did the only thing i could think of. i ate lunch. so my thoughts on the lecture room at sketch fall due. i ate a lovely bit of eel, a scrap of pata negra with artichoke ice cream and white chocolate foam with olive oil amoungst other fine things only some of which were like sand. service was off the chain. i dare say it would make a good location for a certain kind of date.