Case for the defence

A sunny morning, for one thing. And a fabulous brunch in Fudge, eating Eggs Benedict and Feta while listening to Percy Sledge. A walk through the park past my favourite random totally-out-context-ancient dome. And Lal, the proprietor of JSK Minimart, last seen on this blog throwing crisps at a yobbo and hittinh him with bat between said crisps, spotted outside Jackson's swaying giddily and drinking from a giant can. However, he was sober and it was a giant can of coconut milk.