around Highgate Cemetery. It was beautiful and peaceful, and I took a few moments of silent respect payment by the graves of Douglas Adams, Malcolm McClaren and Bert Jansch among others, then was stunned into further silence by the grave of Ugo Ehiogu, memorialised by the lyrics of one of my favourites, Bill Withers, "AIN'T NO SUNSHINE WHEN HE'S GONE". All in all a great afternoon of meanderment and thought provocation. I primarily loved how "unenglish" an awful lot of the family names there are.