: 23 March 2002 :

We were looking in a shop window at the assorted things inside - novelty stuff, fancy knick-knacks to go in your house, that kind of thing. A line of pink plastic watering cans shaped like elephants marching across the front of the display.

Walking sideways, looking in, John noticed just in time that there was a big splash of vomit on the pavement by the window. This being a Friday night at around 10, it was obviously a curry. “That's a lot of curry,” John said. “Look, you can see the little black bits where the naan bread is.” I turned away.