By Peter Rosengard, April 22, 2010
'Have you got Trapped on a Small Island by a Huge Volcanic Dust Cloud?" I asked the assistant at Daunts bookshop.
"Who's it by?", she asked. "I'll look it up."
I got back on my red Vespa scooter, drove 10 yards down the street and parked outside Strada to have a single espresso.
"Got any spare change mate?", a very overweight youth in his late teens asked, waving a lager can in one hand.
"How can I possibly know?", I replied. "I haven't lived the rest of my life yet." I replied.