Chapter 90

• I decide to get deliberately lost, and turn up a steep hill. The crowd thins slightly, and I cross over two roads till I reach what’s clearly a nightlife area that’s apparently called Lan Kwai Fong. Every shop
• front is a bar. I walk into a Happy Days-themed sort of place called Al’s Diner. It’s empty, with bored waitresses gossiping in the corner, and a jukebox video screen playing Bruce Springsteen.
• After ordering a burger, fries and a Heineken, I take a seat at the window and gaze at the people walking past. Lots of business people, a few tourists. Everyone is walking faster than Londoners do: in a hurry to get somewhere. A Porsche speeds down the hill, narrowly missing an old man in pyjama-style trousers and a white vest,