Lots of people saw me out and about in That London’s famous London, today. I was lesser spotted in the Haunch of Venison gallery, behind the Royal Academy, then window-shopping in Burlington Arcade with me mum. State of my mum’s coat. About time she had a new one. She don’t care.
I gave my seat up to a pregnant lady on the tube. She’s off the telly, but I can’t remember why or where or what.
My little friend does a yoga class that she claims that exotic lass out of Glupton of Solace was in, but she won’t let me come along, to find out. I refuse to believe this, anyway, as my little friend thinks that the only word that rhymes with orange is ‘Borange’. There is no such word.
I drink in a pub frequented by John Hegley, John Power out of Cast and The La’s, and a few other bods. Both Johns are sound fellers. Mr Hegley has turned down my offer of a pint on more than one occasion.