Sex at one in the afternoon in some crack dive and then an old flame picks me up in the snake pit. Then the old man on the corner wants me to grant him an old man's last request, and what's wrong with that? And the sun is shining. I should have got on that train and become anonymous in Brighton, well, it had to happen, life always has its way. I must be crazy. Stay alive, survive. But I can't understand a word he says in his Patois. So that makes a tally of five men who have wanted me today, including the car ringer from Ghana and his mate. Fate, but I shall remember the promise I made to the tramp under the bridge, a last trip to Paradise before he dies.