Waitrose and caffeine

I thank whatever higher or lower power there is for high-quality cashmere sweaters that slouch over your shoulder, Waitrose, the Carhartt small utility bag, coconuts as a snack, zero-calorie Coke and caffeine pills combined together, and black cab rides from school to home.

I curse whatever higher or lower power there is for not giving me the Marchmont Street flat for under 180 pounds a week. It was almost perfect, but London's a city that keeps on trying to push you out, put you down and exhaust you. It's like a lousy boyfriend, who is a cunt to you from Monday to Wednesday but treats you like the world's most precious thing from Thursday morning until Sunday evening. Vicious, lovely circle.