"If they send me down (to prison), I'll take english lessons", says a guy, looking confused by the form he is filling in, down a local government office in Ilford. A television in a corner. Above it, information blinks in red LED dots. In front of me a woman with an enormous front tooth. Reading Empire I wait my turn.

The grey of the sky in the corner of my eye. I drift into reverie and dream of being on the road with marixxx. Florida most likely. Hiding out in neon-lit motels having endless sex. Dressing up as drag queen divas and surfing gay bars and strip joints.

"The rule is, if you miss your number you go back to the end of the queue", a security guard says to an old man. Motels are implictly sexy. For some they are a fetish.