Peer is laid up in bed with a stinking cold, so it’s time for me to cook invalid food.
There’s some sort of celebration going on the Uxbridge Road, here in Shepherd’s Bush.
Perhaps 150 men, Middle-Eastern or Maghrebi are gathered, incongruously, outside Nando’s, singing, drumming
and waving flags. They’re spilling into the road, where they wave down cars as their friends or compatriots drive past.
Neither the man in al-Abbas supermarket nor the lad in the Co-op had any idea what was going on, so I’m going to do a little research….