After the park, I went for a brief toddle around Covent Garden, to waste money in the Graphic Centre. The area seems to get more posh all the time.All these little mini-malls keep popping up, full of pricey tat and expensive-looking cafes, with swanky al fresco areas.
I passed the Coli stage door, and had a weird, atavistic longing to go in and plant myself in the squalid switchroom, which, of course, no longer exists.
Yesterday's mad old film was TON BROWN'S SCHOOKDAYS (1951), featuring many cast members from OLIVER TWIST and SCROOGE. When I was really little, I had a Classics Illustrated comic of it, which inspired a masochistic fascination with kids being tossed in blankets. I was also intrigued with the idea of making toast in a fireplace.