It’s Los Angeles, so everything has a film or television connection. Even on my walk to The Last Bookstore, the footpath was blocked by what seemed like 100 people and their equipment.

They were filming a kidnapping. It was followed by a foot chase down an alleyway, with a drone buzzing after a sprinting policeman. He might have caught the villains too, and rescued the damsel in distress, if he wasn’t tripping over garbage and swerving around homeless people.