Why yes, as a matter of fact I do live in Islington. However did you guess?

Er… hello. Remember me? I used to write stuff here. KQ’s last comment has shamed me into returning to this blog, if only because I cannot bear to see that blameless man take the rap for the truly atrocious novel I plan to write in my forties.

Yesterday, I saw a shop called ‘Essentials’. Subtitled ‘Aromatherapy for people, houses and dogs’ Has there ever been a more triumphant misuse of the word ‘Essential’?