Braved the icy London cold and went to Clapton, to read for a friend at the cosy Princess of Wales pub. This being London, nobody batted an eyelid at two women stooping over a table, doing a tarot reading. As it should be. meanwhile, in the next room, a large group were holding a wake in very happy terms. I thought it a very good omen: people celebrating death with a cheerful vibe. Nice.