The new volume of Rian Hughes‘ comics work YESTERDAY’S TOMORROWS is framed with a couple of beautifully drawn (as his stuff always is) endpapers featuring the interior of a scruffy looking 50s caff. Although he’s shifted the ablutionaries closer to the front, I’ll be darned if it’s not closely modelled on the interior of the New Piccadilly. A fitting tribute – Rian’s work is heavily front-loaded with retro charm – much like the NuPic itself!
On my way back from lunch and a Forbidden Planet splurge (Martha Washington Dies, Coward, Desolation Jones vol. 1 and DMZ – Death of a Journalist, thank you for aksing), I very nearly walked straight into Julian Cope. He’d planted himself in front of the windows at Macari’s Guitars on Charing Cross Road, and was toting a very heavy looking guitar case. The arch-drude does not do disguise. He was done up in full Freak Stormbahnfuhrer mode, head to toe leather and a German Army cap jauntily atop the whole ensemble. And shades. Biiiig shades.
It’s nice to know some of us are still keeping up standards…
UPDATE…
while walking home tonight thanks to the three-day tube strike that’s going to make my life real interesting this week, I saw Simon Le Bon stepping out of a limo outside the Sony offices on Golden Square. Boy, he’s let himself go. Sweatpants and a beer-gut. Hadn’t shaved in a week. Brown Crocs.
Just kidding. He was disgustingly dapper. The hand-made brogues he was rocking must have cost more than this here laptop.
Bet he never has to walk to Paddington from Soho…
EXCUSES AND HALF TRUTHS 
Simon Le Bon?! squeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
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