Old bat.

Well, I'm not so much of an old bat as just rather more well behaved than usual. I have been working and plotting and planning and writing all the week long. Not been out once. Apart from an unsuccessful crumpet shop and a few stints in Denmark Street in search of my new baby. No Rock and Roll for me at all. Apart from a private viewing of Deep Throat. Good old Ms Lovelace.

It's good you know. Life is good. I feel a bit like a great big cat. Sloping around ze boudoir scribbling, an odd tinkle on the Gibson, a load of grub here and there and a wee holler in the Dictaphone. Yep, I'm feeling this mode. Gosford park is now on in the background and I keep forgetting that Kristen Scott Thomas is one of the most beautiful women I ever laid eyes on. Fabulous actress. Slightly boring film but she shines very brightly whenever gracing the screen.

OK. I have some serious writing to do tonight so I'm off back downstairs to hide away. Ooooh Saturday night and me and Bic are at it again. Well, I've had an upgrade actually so it's a pink Stadler tonight. Best go before I give you all my secrets. XXXX