Yesterday (5 June 2005) a White Rabbit the size of Tower Bridge (how it only squeezed itself in there?) was at Lea Bridge Road, 142. As many a wonderful thing in my life it came into being thanks to my Shakti - if she wouldn't tell me she goes there I would miss it.
Due to a fashion show that was staged there, there was an unusual multitude of young beatiful girls that also made Rabbit bigger. Beautiful in more ways than in Fabric before it's dreadful metamorphose. I just couldn't choose anyone.
At times I was wandering from one human being to another stopping before them in awe like in a gallery, admiring them like works of art. I was feeling that I am understanding only now what it actually means, 'Every man and every woman is a star'.
The place probably had its peak. As soon as more people will learn about it it will start getting commercial, and I already saw two completely ordinary English girls there like in any other night club as a portent of doom. The only question how many Sundays the best time will last, so 'Enjoy it while it lasts'. It could be compared to my best E-trips but was much better. I became conscious at some moment of my opening chakras. And it resembled neither squat party (which at best is a lot of cheerful mess by comparison) nor commercial club which would never have that sort of buzz.
I couldn't shrink my energy fields enough to pluck my awestruck self outta there until half past two.

Then I went on a bus and decided to change buses at Clapton which was a mistake. I was approached by a young aspiring robbery artist from the neighbourhood, as an useful reminder not to wander around late at night in low-notch London areas. I proved to be a very hard client for such a novice as I had almost no respect to his unrewarding job. I had less than £3 on me and rejected his suggestion to walk to a cash machine. Nevertheless he managed to grab my mobile phone and then we were chasing and confronting each other at several bus stops and in several buses like in some melodramatic movie. Thanks God he didn't take my Oyster card which would be useless for him, as I just charged monthly 1-2 zones travelcard that day. He seemed to me huge but was rather fat than muscular, and he looked and sounded not convincing at all in his threats (he had a very small folded knife the size of his confidence as a robber and general manhood, that couldn't seriously injure anyone). I don't know if I was taking any risks, but it felt fun and not scary at all. I must admit that he was quite scrupulous in not doing anything that would aggravate his crime if he gets caught and that would increase the probability of incident being reported. But how such a pityful endeavour can be someone's occupation?

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