Slept in until after eight. Now I have to try and be diligent , healthy and optimistic, as I half-resolved last night, while watching Jools Holland and drinking some weird alchopoppy shit that R Next Door gave me.
Being very out of touch with popular music, I saw Amy Winehouse in action for the first time. Is she for real? She reminds me very much of this girl I used to work with at Bermans & Nathan's 30-odd years ago. She used to stumble about like that, pulling at her falling-off clothes and gurning. She was usually completely out of it on the popular-at -the-time Mandrax. Fascinating, Captain...
I quite like that MONKEY MAN song.