Thursday 12th July 2012

After six more hours of rain, I sank to zero. My rating at the London Poor Little Rich Gay Frockage Bank sank to zero.

Nothing left to give.

But I must battle on, fight into outfits and struggle out of the house in them.

Never give in. When all hope is lost, never give up hope. Poor Little Rich Gays are weft of steel, weave of shimmering silk.

I had private information about the Libor scandal last week. Marcus Cargill, England’s leading clock mender, fielded a Bond Dealer at a function. Who said, ‘My dear, the litigation. Every “trade” made on the rigged rate open to dispute. Lawyers out for years. Billions.’ I might have already mentioned this.

‘Lawyers out’ – that’s a phrase invented by Anthony Mottram, my oldest and closest friend, now estranged.

Salmon slacks from Pau and Joe: Lord Arrowby Championed Salmon for this Season but When are We Going to Have the Season?

Helmut Lang Jean in a Rare Putty Shade: Low Waist, V. Drain-Pipe: Questionable for the Older Gay

Useful Hostess Pants from Paul and Joe: Lovely Shop, Always Have What I Want: Controversial Sheen, Could be Thought Common

Silver-Blue Burberry:Lovely Quality, Useful Collar, Adaptable for Tie or Open Neck: Slimmed Down by Val after a Fitting

Interesting Double Collar on a Dolce e Gabbana Shirt: I Don't Usually Take that House: Common