September 2009

For Mr. T (29 September 2009)

I met up with Nick Thorogood, quite by chance at The Ivy. He was there with his partner, an ex-teacher and a publisher. I perched on the arm of his hair, snaffled his olives - his partner said nothing -and...

Mr.Max takes me out (29 September 2009)

The Doctor at the Ivy When we are both full blown And the sipping of the hedgerow sling whilst its dripping on my gown. The rising of the sun and the thanking of the cook And the downing of yet...

Funday (27 September 2009)

I took the 4.15 train to Hastings, Jim met me at Tunbridge Wells station. We had intended doing the Friday night curry thing but in the event I was still husky and hoarse and the first thing that called when...

Hoarse face (24 September 2009)

I took the bus and tube to work this morning. I had no idea whether my voice was going to give out on me but in the end it was okay. I woke up sounding like a bird had nested...

The Husky returns (24 September 2009)

I took the bus and tube to work this morning. I had no idea whether my voice was going to give out on me but in the end it was okay. I woke up sounding like a bird had nested...

Who Nose... (23 September 2009)

22.36 My throat is sore. My eyes are rheumy. My nose is so stuffed up I sound like a bunged up school boy. I had a great Sunday. Collapsed on Monday. Worse on Tuesday. Nearly buried on Wednesday. The bank...

Dorchester Doodlings (18 September 2009)

1.48. I tried to put new batteries in my flat phones. By that I mean apartment phones not horizontal ones..... Got back from the Dorchester and the batteries had leaked acid everywhere. So now I have no phones at all....

Shawshank Redherring (17 September 2009)

I went and saw the Shawshank redemption. It started at seven thirty, I was eating falafal in Gaby's by seven fifty two. Why would anybody want to make a stage piece out of a perfectly brilliant film. I was embarrassed...

Rain on my parade..... (15 September 2009)

I'm toying with putting the boiler on. My feet are freezing even though I am wearing little white knitted sippers. My fingers are frozen, I refuse to resort to mittens and my nose has a cold tip like Jackson used...

I love the NOLANS (14 September 2009)

Today I faced my own demons only to find that they were nothing but vain imaginings in my head. I LOVE THE NOLANS. they came into the studio and sang a cappella so beautifully the hairs stood up on my...

September 13th is over (13 September 2009)

dear Paul, Thank you for your concern, the Neurofen worked, although I have to admit they are always a last resort. It's 8.15 and I've tried to watch Joanna Lumley being cat woman but it was less about the moggies...

a gum deal (10 September 2009)

I came into London on the 9.36 train having been to the dentist. 5 Nurofen later my mouth still felt like a wild pony had kicked me in the New Forest. Sounds like an anatomical euphemism. The show was not...

9.9.9 ( 9 September 2009)

And so its Wednesday already. I am writing this in bed on my tiny little laptop.It's nearly the top of the hour, the weather forecast tells us that its coooler and fresher, a chilly night tonight, it feels like Autumn...

Costa Cel Bono ( 6 September 2009)

My bites still itch. My tan still shimmers. Wolfgang Amadeus continues to amaze. I have no food in the flat, but Wolfie's Requiem feeds the soul. I came back to London early, worried that I wouldn't be prepared for tomorrow,...

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