Friday 22^nd July 2011

You won’t believe who Val’s been working for! I like to think that since the Poor Little Rich Gays were first recognised and brought into words (they’ve existed throughout time of course but were only first correctly identified and described two years ago) Val’s had longer and better dry runs, free from a drop. Such is the power of Poor Little Rich Gays.com which he has heard of but doesn’t read, owing to a computer’s lack.

Val spent 43 hours making a masterly slate-blue jacket as well as some white canvas upper garments with frogging for lesser staff. They were proto-types, perhaps to be copied and worn by employees at a forthcoming night-club. You’ve heard of Annabel’s? Well, this is to do with. Robin Birley, son of Mark Birley, founder of Annabel’s, is now launching a new venture. He unfortunately in childhood was mauled by a lion at that wretched John Aspinall’s private zoo.

Val’s there, at this height! Annabel herself became Goldsmith and her daughter Jemina was a friend of Diana’s. As so often, a direct link to the throne!

The next thing that happened was that Val looked at the side of bus. He saw a former intimate plastered, an authoress with massive sales volume and a Hollywood contract. Not liked by Val now, sadly, but once she was his fag hag. ‘I have a picture of her in the bath! Quite glam actually. Do you think I could sell it?’ ‘Yes,’ I say. ‘What about the News of the World?’ Val: ‘Where is Rupert Murdoch when you need him?’