And in the south, a chariot will break down and be towed to the local rip-off garage that had already charged £300 the week before. The holy seat in the room of many waters will be replaced by a robust number from B&Q. And the many voices of the publisher will finally discover accord and resolve the covenant with the man of letters. In short, contract now sorted and the final version will be signed next week. At flaming last.
Meanwhile, meeting Oli the artist for beers tonight, to argue about the diliterious (no idea if that spelling is correct) state of UK culture. Though he will insist it’s ‘cultures’ plural and that I’m a facist mono-culturalist. That’s cos he’s a leftie pluralist, man!