Saturday, 14 March, 2009

Up with dreadful shoulders at 8 A.M.! Very decadent!! London sprightly in the nascent & premature spring so I went for a walk & realised as painful as this life is there ain’t another one coming so I have to make the best of it & the fact is London is me & Bryan is me & discreet ants make the basest bread & one just has to accept that instead of ambient Guardsmen fantasies. That having been said Paul Gambaccini said hello to me as I swept imperiously past Broadcasting House. Dovetailed up back streets & back inside for fervent tradiolathon. Chins and Johnnie Taylor. It’s all doomed.