Ramble, Ramble

8pm. Soho. Coffee shop.

On the counter in front of me; a mug of black coffee, a mobile and...a moleskin.

I open it. Find a clean page. Make a note of the date. Friday 30th July. Then I cross it out and start again. Friday 29th July. Bad start.

I don’t like this black ink pen either. The line is too fine. When I write I like the ink to be crisp, clear. I rummage through my bag. Find another. It’s no better. So I go back to the first...Back to Black.

It’s been a busy week. On Tuesday I went to Nicholas de Jongh’s house in Islington. We drank pink Prosecco in his garden and discussed his latest play. There’s a cat that frequents his garden. At one point it was perched precariously on the fence and Nicholas shouted, “Ginger Rogers! I’ve told you before about that! Come down at once Ginger Rogers!” I wonder what the neighbours thought.

Last Week

Wednesday 13^th July
Arranged to meet David Benson at Waterloo station at 5:30pm as we were going to the theatre in Earlsfield.

Fought our way onto the train and for the next three stops chatted excitedly about the crumbling Murdoch empire and how we’d become so accustomed to its malign influence that it was only now could we begin to see the light.

Wandered out the station. Quite a few fit guys swaggered past. Spotted the Tara Theatre across the road. Told David that was was the theatre where I was once interviewed on stage by a bearded comic in a turban who spent the entire interview cooking a vegetable curry.