Friday 25th AugustThinking back to the day before, I decide to go and take a look around Alberto’s Amusement Arcade. After all, they don’t know who I am and anybody can go in. I need to get out at least once a day, and can pick up some shopping and a copy of the Evening Standard on my way back. Thought I’d just go and put my toe in the water and take it from there. Have a look round.
When entering the arcade, the place seems exciting and vulgar at the same time. It brings back memories of when we went to the fair as a child: the bright lights, the ding, ping sounds, the loud music. There are well-seasoned adults in Alberto’s arcade. I look at one man, who must be about my age, oohing and ahhing because he isn’t getting three pieces of fruit of the same suit on his one-armed bandit. An exp
