Los Angeles again. I particularly like that one.
Chinatown, San Francisco
The above is nothing to do with Banksy, I say hastily. Like the good cricket anorak I am, I tuned in to Test Match Special this morning. Whose plummy tones do I hear? Henry Blofeld, of course! What is the first thing he says? What else but 'my dear old thing'? The man is an endless delight. For the uninitiated, he is supposed to be a cricket commentator. His commentaries do touch on the match but he is also notorious for launching off on to whatever random matters come into his mind. This morning his breakfast was the first topic under discussion. Then he was commentating in tandem with Phil Tufnell. I would pay to listen to that. Then he suddenly started to hold forth about kippers.
One of the glorious sounds of the English summer...