It's snowing
London is white like a Vanilla sky on a chocolate morning. I asked the shop assistant where I buy my gum if she wanted to come to my Christmas party, "Yeah, right, and can I try to sell the Eskimo (me) an icecube"? Dude, where is my country? At the small fruit market off Camden High Street the lady was wearing a big white coat. The ladies there always call you "Darling" and "Sweetheart", and you buy Avocado, Banana, Carambola, Mango, Papaya, Pineapple, Pomegranate, Grape and Oranges. And today it was snowing.