You can't beat moaning. I love it; it's so cathartic to send out hot jets of righteous wrath. Cleans the pipe like nothing else I've ever come across. Yesterday, I had to, simply had to, tell a friend as we were driving to Welwyn Garden City that landing back in London is like stepping back at least a century. Nothing works, the trains are always broken or delayed, ticket machines don't work, and if the Gatwick Express is this slow and an Express, then what's a slow train like?

So that's London, the World's first regressive post-industrial city. Los Angeles, on the other hand, is the only city I know where you can go backwards and forwards in time, and still not leave your car: the car's a modern piece of high end bling, a virtually digitalised space ship, turn the car radio on and pick up the Classic rock of the late sixties. Amazing