Went to WH Smiths at lunchtime. At Victoria station. Not sunny but very hot and muggy. Listened to Debussy on my headphones. Flicked through loads of good magazines and bought the new Face. Saw an albino man reading a mag about trains. Had a Starbucks coffee on the way back as a treat (£1.79). Burned my hands carrying it back to the office. Stupid Starbucks.

According to Emap, as a Face reader (for the last 20 shallow years), I'm "confident, opinion forming, an independent thinker who is obsessed with popular culture. Distinctly fashion and media literate, reads The Face for its unique attitude and exceptional variety. The magazine is informative and at times controversial, a title with inimitable appeal for those, in their twenties with a thirst for novel experiences and new ideas." mmmmmm maybe. Independent thinker? No, I just like to be told what's cool to wear, to listen and to watch. Lazy bastard me.