Cockerel in Casa Mama Italian restaurant, Kings Cross
I’VE ENJOYED my day but by 9.30 when I get on the train back to Wakefield, I’m feeling
a bit jaded. I do a bit of writing but the old carriage rattles along juddering compared
to the one I came down on so I switch to drawing whatever is to hand - my plastic
tea mug, ticket and glasses case and my left hand.
The end of the journey at midnight takes me to the end of my sketchbook. I’m looking
forward to starting fresh with a new one.