July 17th, 2005

Dream

We are at the Olympics. I am going to interrupt the proceedings to read a statement of political protest on behalf of my friend, Ian Jack, the long jumper. (I really don't know why he can't read it himself.) The statement runs to five sheets of handwriting and I've no idea what it says. I am wearing a pink dressing gown.

Heretical Thoughts

I've seen a couple of the Potter films- they're fun.

But I don't feel particularly drawn to those characters or that world. Maybe it's because I went to a boarding school- and have no wish to go back- not even in my imagination.

And life is too short for 600 page books- unless they're by Dickens.

Besides you guys can keep me abreast of what's happening. **********'s dead- right?