For the Stoke Newington Literary Festival today, I chose Che Guevara socks. This is because of the area's reputation as a lefty stronghold, with independent-minded people discussing The Revolution over a latte and a slice of baklava (or a double chocolate brownie) in cafes with wooden floorboards and lavender in galvanised tin pails.
Unfortunately nobody asked to see my socks today (actually, they never do), so my secret was safe with me.
I bought some rambling Rosemary (I didn't know such a thing existed either!) and a short review of Andy Diagram's set will follow tomorrow.