Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Tax collected, belly's boiled, parachute packed, fishing gone, rolled into a ditch
should be at bushy park quilled up in the margins but got sidetracked by the purchase of a david carl forbes book at the market yesterday and ended up in the golden heart and then the cafe de paris at a 1940's burlesque night for my good friend dominique presley's 45th. full of junior dick walkers waxing their moustaches and comparing notes on anson shelter installation. more strippers than a hitchin specimen hunters christmas party. it's all carl-forbes fault, someone wanted to know why he was so important and i said he was the marc bolan of angling. that started a discussion that began in the east end and ended up west. it was the car crash that did it and the reverence in which he's held. the golden age of roach fishing - mid 70's. hope the pits have been kind. got thames professionals piece to write. their ghosts spread over the south by the floods.
u-boat on the bird table