The world from my window

So here we are, walking through Camden at 11 o’clock at night, in a surreal kind of haze, rubbing shoulders with the bohos and the young. We’re in a London bubble, away for the weekend and mouths agape at the ever-changing tableau before us. Mr Grigg comes over all poetic: ‘As I walk along the street every person that I meet no-one is older than me.’ Everyone is under twenty five, apart from two drunks in a broken-up phone box. We wander down to Mornington Crescent tube station, which for years we thought really only existed in the Radio 4 panel game I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue . We’re heading for Club Koko , a majestic-looking former theatre and now a music venue for the hip and trendy. The music hits us, boom, boom, boom, as we make our way through the young throng and head for the tea house downstairs for a nice cuppa. This, you see, is a sell-out gig by Mr Scruff, a DJ-extraordinaire whose music Wikipedia describes as downtempo, trip-hop and nu-jazz. He is also a huge tea fan. I o...