On earthly divinities

Saw a weird and unenjoyable film (called Brick) at my second favourite cinema - Curzon Soho this afternoon (is there anything lovelier and more of an indulgence than daytime matinees?), followed by two meetings with inspirational Nigerians (more later on this). So many Nigerians are making strong plans to do amazing things back home, it's exhilirating to be in the presence of such passion and anticipation. There might just be a tipping point or critical mass of change agents relocating in the near future. All this followed by Bibi and I going to one element of my earthly heaven, veggie restaurant Mildreds in West Soho.

I simply don't believe in an afterlife or a celestial zone of perfection in some fluffy elsewhere - as Blake and other mystics have known, these things can be found in the here and now if only we can reattune our senses and our spiritual perceptions to them. As we shared a porcini and ale pie with chunky chips and mushy peas laced with fresh mint (washed down with vegan hot chocolate), I reflected that in this finite realm, there are only a limited number of times left in which we will enjoy dinners together at Mildreds. The morale of this epihpany: I must enlarge this finite number as much as possible!