A titchy tad bit tetchy, brought on by drinking the better part of two bottles of wine last night. The people in the flat next door are either a) new or b) have a new stereo, either way my blood's boiling somewhat as I'm thinking of all the nice polite non-noiseNazi words I can choose to say when I go to knock on their door. Or maybe I won't.

This is a nice idea, photographing lettering in London, might steal that.