Hurricane Carnival is about to hit us. The barriers are up and houses and shops barricaded. The lull before the storm is spooky and not a lull at all; walking home last night I came accross a massive steel band in All Saints Road. Fantastic!
The atmosphere is already palpable.
The only thing for me to do, once I have decided I am staying for it, is to decide which parties to attend.
Notting Hill this weekend is either the best place in the world or the worst.
Babs would love it.