Monday 6th February 2012

Poor Little Rich Gays ignored all warnings and surged forth in their machines at the weekend. Prince Dmitri Hersov: his Porsche tobogganed downhill in Wales and he was nearly a goner. He only regained control and hope of continuation with his blue-chip accounting outfit at the last min. What a mercy, for the merest dent in that Porsche costs £1900 to repair! We know after Marcus Cargill, England’s leading clock-mender, reversed into it at the Alpine Pizza Hut in Tuscany last summer.

Oh for summer days!

Now look, I’ve no time. Majesty is on TV at 9pm and I’ve a chicken to roast before. So much to tell about Angus Willis’s Home Store in Hastings: newly opened and absolutely outstanding: it’ll go way beyond Ottolenghi or C. Lloyd’s exotic garden as a small space having a massive world impact, you can be quite sure. The originality is total. The Telegraph are to feature in March. You wait.

I went down on Saturday, but I didn’t stay at Angus’s Tudor House, which is his other great project and brilliant achievement in Hastings. We were lodged in another back-up house Angus has got near Battle. It seems Fergus Strachan, Angus’s partner, lacks the dedication required for full Tudorisation. He wants TV on and to loll on a three-piece.

Entre nous, Angus is Hastings

So yesterday morning, we awoke to a snow covering. Magical, but no Poor Little Rich Gay could leave it alone for long. We had to style it out of the way so that Angus could forge forth to open his shop; it has a coal fire.

Then, on the way home, my machine, with Xenon driving lights, gained a flat tyre. Somehow, hauling luggage out of the boot so that the rescue man could get at the spare wheel, my cream outfit, cap a ped, Fabrizio del Carlo web knit and M. Jacobs cream jeans, got smeared with grim.

I’d only worn cream to match the snow. I had it planned and packed from Saturday. As you know, this winter I’m taking summer colours into winter.

What of the Multis in the Himalayas, at the spiritual health spa, Ananda? Well, the Photo Multi took a cup of hot water last week for a soar throat. A ‘soar’ throat is quite a different thing from a ‘sore’ one, don’t you think? How transforming. The latest is worrying: they’ve been seen at a prayer meeting of some kind by the Ganges.

I’ll put it out of mind: what I’ve not mentioned is the Kusama Exhib: tomorrow is the Private View at the Tate. I’m going right up to the wire, trying to get in. It’s agony. But I just couldn’t, I couldn’t visit as an ordinary paying member of the public.

If other dodginas and dubistas, and freeloadianas are allowed not to be ordinary members of the public and to view free of charge, why not me?

The Scene in Sussex Yesterday: I Wore Cream Cap a Ped to Match But Had a Flat Tyre and Somehow Got Besmirched

Cup of Hot Water Taken by Photo Multi at Ananda, Himalayas

The Ganges, as Seen by the Photo Multi on a Stroll from Ananda, Himalayas