Soho (needless to say)I’m alone on your streets on a Friday eveningI’ve been here all of the dayI’m going nowhere with nowhere to goAl Stewart, 1972 … it felt like we had one toe in the Mediterranean, even though it was January and our fingers were numb under our gloves …Deborah Levy, The Man Who … Continue reading Ciao Pollo di Soho – the café at the end of the M1