A while ago I wrote a poem on the door of this theatre cafe on my way home at night. I wrote it in chalk, but felt soooo guilty that a) someone would have to read my (quite possibly bad) poetry and b) someone would have to take the time out of whatever they were doing to wash it off. I jogged over at about 9am the next morning with a sponge and wiped it off. Then I was paranoid for a week that I was caught on CCTV and would get in to some type of trouble. Right. Because the central concern of the London Metropolitan Police is obviously the crack down on non offensive chalk vandalism.

Wow. Im such a loser.