Apparently it’s a Honda Z600 or so my friend Steve says. It was a very nice day, clear and dry with the sun coming in low from the south the way it does in the winter in England. We went to the Beigel shop and had herring (for me) and a cream cheese and smoked salmon for the wife. We walked down Cheshire Street afterwards carrying our stewed cup of tea looking at the pirated sportsgear and being accosted by gangs of chinese selling pirated porno. It’s Brick Lane, everything’s knocked off.