Saturday 8th March 2014

Today is the 52nd birthday of the Blond Multi who is presently in Quinoa (it makes sense if you pronounce it ‘Keen-Whar’) on Safari where he is mainly preoccupied with posing lithely for photographs despite the danger of rhinos, lions and leopards. It is thought a special shot is planned for his birthday that will be sensational. Possibly he will hug an Elsa-type lion in a bikini.

Last night I heard from Joshua Baring who is on long-term leave in New York to plan a network show with no connection to the ‘I Love Lucy Show’. At night he is working through the UN (‘dinner for ten/elderly men/ from the UN’) and other sources as well as bonding deeply with a female head of books. They bonded in a het bar where she, far gone, stuck her tongue out at Joshua. They are to lunch and he will recommend that she lives for Art and puts Love on the back burner. Otherwise he was set upon by a former lover of Mrs David Bowie at the end of a raké-fueled evening (ugh!) with Enrico Igelsias  and the Widow Ono.  Sex, sex, sex.

Last Sunday the Gay Mother and I went quietly to Greenwich after her Shoreditch House luncheon the day before. She wanted to see ‘Turner and the Sea’ which is a glorious exhib there. I’ve been twice already on Dainty Lady TV business. We loved the show utterly, especially the late one of the Golf Course at Weybridge. For lunch we crawled into the raucous cafeteria of the Nat. Maritime Museum where they sell apple juice in tubes to resemble a urine sample for the doctor. Crammed at tables, our neighbours were agog at our conversation because one of our annies knew Turner and kept a diary. So there.

Tomorrow Val and I are to enter Wales, never before visited, on Dainty Lady TV business. We are to lunch in a modern house in Usk  first before proceeding to the Laura Ashley hotel. All our hotels are Gobbly Welsh Word HALL. Five nights in Halls.

I forgot to mention that on Wednesday I broadcast to the people of London by telephone from my bedroom. By accident I said that a lady had been rummaging in her drawers. Luckily I realised in time. ‘Her cupboards, you understand.’ But when I put the phone down, London was blackened all the same.

With the Gay Mother to Greenwich for the Turner Exhibition. That Building in View is
Sacred to Those in the Know. It is a Sacred Home to Some V. Important Poor Little Rich Gays

Urine-Sample-Type Presentation of Apple Juice at the Nat Maritime Museum, Greenwich – Their Cafeteria