Wednesday 9th January 2013

Just no shape, no urge, no sold-out shows to batter for tickets, no booked-up restaurants. I’ve even lost the will for that one final knit in the sales. The Blond Multi has three afflictions and can’t face any bookings until February.

Miroslav’s silicone work has improved beyond belief. That is the main good news. He’s here. I’ve embarked on renovation.

There WILL be more to tell. Poor Little Rich Gays will rise again.

Last week, I lunched in Brighton.

So much to tell, really.