The best things about today... so far... a nice letter from Aunty Ann... An afternoon on the sofa with Sloe Gin and tea and biscuits while watching The Camomile Lawn... more Christmas carols... popping out to Bijou to buy clear and pink glass decorations ( Read more... )

On Friday things at The Mill were as irritating as ever... over the last few days I had been let down in one way or other by three of the people who are supposedly there to share the burden with me, not to make things harder for me!!! Ugghhh... when does this rubbish come to an end ( Read more... )

the last few days have been given over to excessive weariness and sleeping... but yesterday in the evening I did go out to St John's Church in Smith Square near Westminster and there, with Mark I saw/heard a performance of Mozart's Clarinet Concerto and his Requiem... It was an odd sort of evening really... quite nice as we ate beforehand in the ( Read more... )

And then I felt so much better for I had spent hours in writing, though, of course all manner of other things were neglected... After dealing with Nanda and Jonny and Running Away and Condov... all on their final disks now... I went back to Susan-Severina... and quite liked what I found there ( Read more... )

just another day... it is nice outside... but, of course, I am walking to The Mill... I stop off to buy stamps (little golden queens) and to post letters to Nigel and someone called Imogen who is selling me a book that I want to give away to someone else (Cleopatra)... something that cropped up in conversations about The Cure... a song and a story ( Read more... )

I wake up feeling rather more alive than I do on most days and so make the most of it... tidying some of the many quite charming but naughty things that fill my room with chaos... soon enough, however, The Satanic Mill calls my name... still... as I walk along the roads towards that unavoidable place I do appreciate the nice wintriness of the day ( Read more... )

Gossips used to be advertised as "The Dark Heart of Soho" now all I see is a white walled wine bar with sofas on the ridiculously over-lit dance floor... glimmers and shimmers of sensual decadence are nipped in the bud and there is no cider behind the bar... the demon inside me is sulking... ah, well... best say no more on that sort of subject... ( Read more... )

The door was opened immediately, but the barman shuddered and staggered back without going in. The door had been opened by a girl, completely naked except for an indecent little lace apron, a white cap and a pair of little gold slippers. She had a perfect figure and the only flaw in her looks was a livid scar on her neck ( Read more... )

The visitor was no longer alone in the bedroom. The second armchair was now occupied by the creature who had materialised in the hall. He was now to be seen quite plainly, feathery moustache, one lens of his pince-nez glittering, the other missing. But worst of all was the third invader: a black cat of revolting proportions sprawled in a nonchalant ( Read more... )

A few days ago I dreamt of being on a large ship, I was on the top deck watching the sky and the sea and the land that we were approaching. It was Russia, apparently, and I know nothing of Russian Geography so have no way of telling if it really could have been. What I saw was a port, a lot of uninspiring urban development, but also a large, creamy ( Read more... )