We went to another physics lecture tonight. Gluttony for punishment ? But actually it was far better, and lots of pretty pictures helped me and Mark..
Plus the first speaker was as fit as a butcher’s dog ( unexpected bonus ).
Thinking Man’s Totty …. etc.
Tomorrow I go to see Adam Ant …. he’s not dead, and he’s sold out The Albert Hall ( ffs ). Pia and i have bought AA costumes… we may get arrested on the bus, on the way?
He’s bipolar, is Adam… so I hope he’s on the ‘ right axis ‘ tomorrow ? And he’s a self confessed attention seeking addict – it’s a thing, officially. I hope he likes us dressing up as him… imitation is, after all, the best form of flattery.
I wonder when someone might turn up to see me, in a wheelchair, purely as a sign of devotion ?