For nearly the last week, I’ve have been in the fabulous company of Elmo, a zinester from my home town. She had come down to the capital for two things: A Reclaim The Night rally and the Zine Fair that was a part of the Space Invaders exhibition at the National Gallery. Along the way, we took a graffiti tour, drove out check out the adult shops, worked on website stuff, drank niche beers, vodka mixers and young coconuts, and ate mean curries.

Tomorrow she flies out of town. Bit bummed about that. She left me this note on the fridge: