Fun

Say Uju How you going? Nice to see you opening your box of books. Very exciting. Who was behind the camera? Managed to cut your head off but not your beautiful teeth so that was all right. I’ve been pissing Richard Osman off regularly on Twitter in the hope he’ll get distracted and more attention […]

So I’ve taken a few minutes out of my busy day to sit on a bench in Highbury Fields. My glasses are pinching on the right hand side and there’s nothing going on, as usual. Nothing ever goes on. I’m so used to it I almost like it. It’s people speaking loudly, catching my attention

Another shitty day. The Devil robert and my brother driving me crazy on the radio. Radio London. The first time I have listened to it in years. Joy Love (I think that was her name) between 10 and 1. Very entertaining. Fear that I’m losing you. I’ll think of something interesting to say. Highbury Fields

Is the title of my next book, to be published in the next few weeks, though who will buy it, with the shops closed and a tanking economy (people dying of course), I don’t know. I’ll try and shift it online though that’s more effort with metal (see below). More stories about prostitutes in the

Another shitty day. Woke up. Toast and jam and a cup of coffee. Vape. Lay around in bed most of the morning. Can’t remember what I was thinking about. Except at about half past ten I realized we’d succeeded in putting robert to sleep. Permanently. They’re looking for it what we did. I don’t know