Tuesday 25th July 2011

The Gay Mother, from whom I’m back prior to Norman boarding tomorrow, said: ‘The vicar will have to watch his tongue now.’ Some other people at Church yesterday thought the same. He tends to fundamentalism, you see.  People in the Gay Mother’s faith group, where she seeks deliberately to annoy, are reasonable and humane, but at the mention  of Islam a raving hatred like some awful bird claws their faces.

She’s actually read the Koran.

I keep thinking of those Norwayan boy-gods, one of them running the Ralph Lauren shop in Oslo, who came down for Ralph Kitto’s 50th birthday at the Cap last year. I hope they’re all right.