Live from Londonistan: Getty Images Gallery, Westfield, Shepherd's Bush

Today did not start so well, I tell you. I got stopped and searched by the police under Section 44 of the Terrorism Act 2000. Yes, white young woman wearing jeans and a jacket, walking to a Tube station in a predominantly white middle-class neighbourhood must be a prime terrorist suspect, it's obvious, really. Or maybe not! The guy who searched me was a fresh-faced clueless young policeman and I really have no idea what he would do if I really was carrying a bomb or something. Either cry or call for his mum. But thanks to this little nuisance, I missed my train and the next one didn't come for almost half an hour. Not only are the government wasting my tax money, they are wasting my time as well. I'm not the sort of person who gets angry easily, but this seemed so totally pointless - and here is my proof, look ... I'm not making it up!!!So, anyway ... why the hell was I out on a Saturday, yeah? Because the London Through a Lens exhibition in the Getty Images Gallery was ending today. So I reluctantly dragged myself to the cathedral of consumerism, namely Westfield. But at least they have nice ceilings and the exhibition was nice, too. The gallery was smaller than I would have thought but it was nice to see how London used to be - how glamorous and unglamorous - especially before, during and shortly after WW2. There were photos of elephants on the streets, criminals and crooks, ladies with parasols and crinolines, celebrities, kids with faces dirty from coal, food rationing, horse-drawn buses, floods ... Westfield, on the other hand, I tell you ... that place makes my stomach turn. (Discard all previous favourable reviews I may have written about it.) It's so big you need a map to find what you want and even then it takes half an hour. And it's full of pretentious idiots trying to buy the latest this and that which will turn them into fashionable, cool and happy.

To continue the culture theme, I watched a brief spontaneous concert in Shepherd's Bush. The guys were actually pretty good, so I gave them a quid.

Since I had already established that I may be a terrorist, I decided to venture a little bit into Londonistan and went to Shepherd's Bush market, where I bought some tapioka, spring onions, lemongrass and avocados. I couldn't believe how many stalls there were selling headscarves. Afterwards I bought lunch from the kebab and falafel stand at the entrance to the market, which was extremely tasty and the guy selling it was super-nice. So maybe that's the terrorist connection - I eat too much Asian food to be normal.

Now I only have one problem left to deal with today. This white chocolate tiramisu I bought in Waitrose.

I have the choice between being fat and happy, or skinny and unhappy. But I will never be as skinny as the models in this Missoni advert anyway, will I?