Wednesday, 18 March, 2009

I am fed up with people comparing me to Vanessa Redgrave. She’s got nothing to worry about rly. My principled stance is taken in full foreknowledge that it will be ignored by the cruel, odious world. In rehearsals today I worked up some bits of business with a cheese grater & euphonium mouthpiece but talking anti-Oedipus & the necessity of disposal with Dora Bryan is an uphill struggle. It always is. London basking in beauteous sunshine but dirty “Plane Stupid” Socialist protesters held up the 11 bus by two full minutes & should obviously be used as extraneous axle grease for the London Wheel. Generator hum in the kitchen was v. arresting & I looped it backwards for upcoming Ronan Keating project. There’s nothing like fizzing static to let you know that the first cuckoo of summer is imminent. Thought of Acker Bilk but the waistcoat was purple semi-denim. Trad but it was only ten seconds. It’s appalling.