A mistake as vast as the sky, but, mercifully, as intangible.

So I managed to bolt another chunk on to my mindmap of London; now I know how Holland Park connects to Ladbroke Grove to Portobello Road to Notting Hill to Kensington to Hyde Park, which brings me back to the fields I know. Holland Park has an awful lot of private squares, doesn't it? I have always thought of these as little enchanted kingdoms, and today I (legitimately) had lunch in one - not a Western one, one near Regent's Park. Lovely as it was, it was disappointingly like a smaller, neater, slightly quieter park, and entirely devoid of waiters with champagne, gambolling nymphs or anything which would quite pass muster as a grotto.

Could this be the worst book ever? Touched by Evil: The True Story of the Psychic Powers That Saved Me from a Life of Abuse.

Sainsbury's have started doing what is effectively quarter-skimmed milk, with orange caps, for those who find skimmed too watery and semi-skimmed too fattening. I suspect this is somewhat pointless, yet still strangely brilliant in a decadent late-capitalism sort of way.