I did a talk last night upstairs at John Sandoe’s bookshop off the King’s Road in Chelsea. It was the most select and recherché audience, consisting mainly of blog followers (thank you for coming). I realise in talking about how the blog began in a wholly accidental and unpremeditated way that it meets a psychological need as a wholly self-imposed mental discipline, a form of mental gymnastics, compelling myself to describe things at speed. The weakness is that my photographs so seldom show people, as if East London is post-holocaust, vacuum-pumped. Anyway, the point of the talk was to encourage people to buy the special edition, of which John Sandoe is the sole stockist, special because the quality of paper is subtly different, the binding allows the book to fall open more conveniently, the corners are satisfyingly rounded (http://www.johnsandoe.com/product/east-london-special-edition/). Some people did buy the Special and I am especially grateful to them.