Friday 14th April 2023

To the Black Cultural Archive after a Private Breakfast at the Royal Academy for the Spanish Exhibition. I put much effort into explaining to a woman that a certain Ecclesiastical garment was displayed the wrong way round, according to the Vicar of All Saints, Margaret Street, who is an expert in these things. I even showed her the Facebook post concerned. It turned out she was the President of the Royal Academy. Rosemary Lomax-Simpson is now in a wheelchair for the purposes of viewing an exhibition. Royston demolished all Lady Minor’s schemes for the Academy. She was wearing an intensely pleated white blouse, a blazing example of white work in the modern age.

At the Black Cultural Archive, further hordes of Rudis unearthed. Death has done this man no end of good. The more dead he gets, the more he grows in artistic stature. Also, death has encouraged not a drying-up but an increase in the plenitude of his opera. I am convinced it will never end. Rudis will pour forth for ever. I bought two more and a further 20 or so were selected to be conveyed to the Lake District for an Autumn exhib. That left countless portfolios, not to mention the pottery collection. There was a high-level summit at the Archive to assess the Rudi outlook for the next 12 months, after which … who knows?

They’ll never get to the end of the Rudis.

Royston must take much of the credit for the Resurrection to Eternal Life of Rudi, along with Fabulette Moira, the art historian and expert on Church artefacts, whose daughter was also present in a figure-hugging jump suit in green from Asos. She was all but nude and superb. Somehow is a huge insider at the Foreign Office. Had masses of gossip about Carrie Johnson and handbags, thinks the Monarchy will survive and said boyfriends often dissatisfied that she has a black mother. Can you believe it? Bastards. I thought Young People weren’t like this.

My New Rudi Hung in the Drawing Room. It will Cause Outrage. Too Bad. I have another of Sunflowers on a Black Background. I can’t Remember Where I’ve put It