"Are you feeling better now?"
"Yeah, I think I'm ok, thanks"
I tentatively raise my head from between my knees and try to focus on the concerned face of the piercer?!? His dreadlocks are swinging gently at his thighs and he holds a needle delicately between the forefinger and thumb of his right hand while in his left, the white and red of a tissue contrasts with his black latex gloves. Joe turns towards me and grins, proudly displaying a silver pin in his left earlobe.
"Did it hurt?"
"Yeah, it caned"
I pay Manu his ten pounds, fully expecting it to be sixty, and we climb the basement steps into the blinding sun on Camden High Street.