Take from just in front of the Noel Coward theatre on St Martin's Lane, looking down New Row.
A rare quiet time at Leicester Square Station.
What was left after I'd drunk my tea and eaten all the Maltesers. That, and the empty cup, of course.
I'm drawing most days now, although I've not been sticking religiously to working through any one book. I keep dipping into The Creative License (which I've now bought a copy of) for ideas and yesterday I found my copy of Dan Price's 'How to Make a Journal of Your Life', which I've had for ages [...]