In the middle of a murder scene, talking to kids about their views on the ever controversial police tactic of stop and search, chatting up people in the street for a vox pop, racing to a yoga class, leaning as far over a police cordon as is possible without crossing it in order to squint for a quote off a tribute note.
Walking around on patch sniffing around for a lead, holding a candle at a vigil commemorating the Brixton bomb, grabbing a coffee, chasing MPs, not chasing MPs, meeting Boris more oft than anyone else for some inexplicable reason and happily causing a fuss with him over the East London Line on Platform 2 at Clapham Junction train station.
Writing about jobless estate agents who set up a pest control business and spending time summing my daily life in a nib on exhibitionist networking space, Facebook of course.
Riveting you say. Well, yes. And there's more to come. Watch this space. Now, how do I upload pictures using my shiny new mac?
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