We went to the Thames Festival and saw Groupe F blow a few thousand pounds on flame and fire into the air from barges on the river. Great fun, as the tide was out and so we saw it from the beach by Gabriel’s Wharf.
After finishing the Frascati that Giovanni brought with him, I wrote a message on some paper and put it in the bottle, corked it and threw it into the river. One of the most optimistic acts of littering I have ever done. “HELP!” it reads, “I am prisoner on a beach in London. Please contact me on (number) or write (address)” – of course I put a real phone number and address.
I half-expect some Robinson Crusoe to text me from the 18th Century at some point in the next 50 years.
