Then, as I was right in front of the Streatham Leisure Centre, I thought I'd go do my penance there. It's crap, as bad as Clapham; maybe a bit worse. More stairs,more gloomy corridors, not as many weights machines. The cycle seats are excessively cruel, too. Owwwww, me buttocks!
Busses were few and slow, and it felt very cold, in the glomming rain, although it wasn't, really.
Ivor Cutler's dead.