Sunday, 22 March, 2009

Roxy now in open revolt. I fancied the Tyrolean hats & shorts & thigh slapping to “Never Understand” was pushing it a bit too far but if I didn’t they’d still be doing skiffle & there’s no room for that today. Laurena has sent me this TV pitch where I have to go to Venezuela and walk from coast to coast with Big Tony Hadley. I said I’d think about it. Certainly it would do me good to get away from Bryan & his Eustony sulks & I owe TH a favour from the spreadeagled HMS Belfast days.