Bleeding heck Heinbach. Hanging about with test equipment has seriously messed with your head mate.
I so want to take my Scippio round the world. I know he’d be a brilliant crew
Left the lads alone overnight. First time I’ve ever done such a thing. Bonaparte has just come to forgive me.
Got a flat today for the first time this millennium. The burger man gave me a free Coke Zero because I remembered to loosen the nuts *before* I jacked it up. Bought two new rear tyres. Nearly 300 quid. Fmal.
Off to Canterbury tomorrow. Got my playlist ready. open.spotify.com/playlist/0cK...
Bonaparte is ready for a morning’s judging of passerbys. Occasionally- very occasionally- he detects a cat friend and goes down the front steps for a roll and a smooth. He is an angry god but will allow the right worshippers to approach
Wife dropped at Cobham services and collected by daughter they’re off to MiL. So it’s just me, the cats, Karl Ove and you chief inspector.
Put my back out throwing my leg over the rather oversized bag in the back of my bike. Wandered round town becoming increasingly querulous. So stopped for emergency first aid on the way home. Getting older is no fun but consider the alternative, Simon.
I love you. I’m incredibly sad suddenly. Why are people c*nts! Do you ever think about why sunrises are so special? Why can’t everyone be beautiful to each other the fucking bastards?
Can relate to Mogwai’s emotional power. The balance between fragile quiet melody and the roar of guitar speaks to me in particularly Scottish ways. It’s three days drinking emotional swing.
Actually no. I pretended I was being driven from my cocktails at the Ritz to the Victoria boat train in a left hand drive Dusenberg.
Front of the bus to the annoyance of ligation the seat hog. Under scaffolding the Ritz. To my right my old stamping ground - Mayfair. I miss that Charles St office and the only running footman.
Now listen to me George- you’re an old spy in a hurry. You don’t buy Degas from senor Moretti and you don’t buy photos from Otto Leipzig
This place is cracking. Wilful Beer taproom. Their brewery is out of town a bit.
I’ve found a home away from home. Karl Ove finished. No Maigret and this will pretty much done this evening. Luckily home tomorrow where hopefully a major shipment has arrived
Totally powering through Karl Ove right now. Possibly because I brought the Maigret I’ve just read.