Brooklyn Blue is in trouble. Half an hour before shes supposed to turn up she sends me a text saying shes going to be late. Shes just about to get on the train, from where she lives, which is two and a quarter hours away. Fucking princess. Outside its the last day of summer. If shed let us know two hours ago we could have gone down the beach and had a commiseratory swim. Now the tides going out and before long its just going to be mud down there. No point anymore.