I still dream of C# House. I'm getting off the tube at Camden, and taking in the sights and sounds of Camden Hight Street; picking up a copy of Prepare Thyself to Deal with a Miracle at Honest John's and an old Dobson edition of Cockadoodledon't at Compendium, then a huge slice of near perfect pizza for a quid before seeing what's what around the lock markets. Then I'm off for a toddle along the tow-path to Gloucester Avenue for a pint in The Engineer, before a look around C# House where I once bought a beautiful dumbek after a gig at The Crick-Crack Club in 94. Then it's up to the LMC where Georgie Born is duetting on her cello with the squeaking of the train wheels outside the window on a hazy summer evening... I dare say it all gets a bit mixed up in terms of the temporal, but at least the geography's sound!