First team drink. They know the job but I know the city and they were looking to me for locations. We cabbed to the East Village and the Ace. I like the juke, but what I really liked was the way some of the clientele seemed unable to pigeonhole Richard, the black Londoner with the plummiest voice of us all. I liked the way some young punk called us "fucking Limeys" and Richard said, "Oh dear. How very charming", in those BBC tones of his. The look on their faces. They just didn't know where to put him. Or themselves.