Birds and Tits

I have spent the latter part of the day watching loads of birds on the telly, tits galore. Phwoar!!! Nearly as exciting as the race in Monaco this arvo.

Now, of course, it goes without saying ("So why are you saying it, K?") that I'm delighted that Sr. Alonso won, but I must concede a little sympathy for Messrs. Webber, Raikkonen and Trulli, all of whom broke down. Still, it's a team game, folks, so none of that crap I heard a lot of last year about KR being 'robbed'. And Fisichella, more of that kind of racing in the future, I think.

I'm debating whether or not to make a pot of coffee, and attempt to stay awake and watch the baseball. I haven't seen any this year, and I do quite like the game - so skilled and interesting and subtle unlike your other 'games', dear friends. Which reminds me, does anybody read this who is from Canada or any of the other colonies? Only joshing, I'm just curious, the comments all come from Blighty or the US, and it would be interesting to know if any other part of the English-speaking world is looking at this crap and thinking "Why does he bother?" Betty, you tell me, I'm just grateful that he reads it at all.

The coffee would be an interesting addendum to the pinacolada - it's just a fad, I'll be back on the cheap cider soon enough - which took the heat away following a large bowl of....yes, chicken liver fricasse! Nearly as good as real foie gras, Sonia, which I haven't had since a rather lovely dinner party last summer at a friends house on a south coast cliff top, where I contributed the f-g, cigars and a bottle of calvados (now there's a thought to go with the coffee, it is a bank holiday after all, no need to get up especially early, baseball or no), and a wonderful concoction or three by my malcontent but talented friend Mr. H.

I'm sat here listening to Pink Floyd. Yeah, so what? Well, it's a new-ish thing for me, I've always shied away from that, on numerous grounds, but I must concede that I'm enjoying it. My hosts at last weekends party (should that have an apostrophe, answers on a postcard), E and K have introduced me to a load of early PF, upto 'Wish You Were Here', as well as the Strawbs and Fairport Convention. In return I've exposed them to the delights of GD, Mr. Zappa, the good Captain and, as well as a healthy dash of Pink Fairies, of course, a big slice of Hawkwind. Well, live albums anyway. E and K enjoyed their party, and when I phoned the shop yesterday to say thank you to E for their contribution to my aural stimulation we had a good giggle about it. I also had a good giggle with H, who, whilst her husband D was propping up the bar, was doing serious damage to my knees by constantly hauling me up to dance. H is a devotee of Morten Harket, or is it Haarket/Haaket (same postcard please, don't waste a stamp), for some reason.

On the subject of live HW, if anyone knows where I can get a copy of 'Love In Space' to replace the one I lost eighteen months ago, that would be great. A what-I-can-only-describe-as-a-cunt crowbarred his way in to my flat and stole all my HW and related CDs, and a fistful of other music, most of which is now replaced. Among the more evasive to replace so far were 'Captured Rotation', which I had to buy from a dealer in Buenos Aires, and 'Distant Horizons' (New Jersey). Bedouin material, and 'Love In Space' remain untraced. Also, 'Pleasure Island' by Pink Fairies. I think it was this amongst other things that made it difficult for me to listen to HW for ages, until last December, since when my appetite has firmly returned. One big positive of the whole business was that it showed me that not all insurers are arseholes, and most generous of all was Marion and Huw Lloyd-Langton who, when I wrote asking if they could sell me some CDs, just sent me copies of Huw's albums, which was about as sound and kind a thing as a complete stranger could do for another. Not only does he play like an angel, he's a thoroughly decent bloke as well.

The birds are still on. It ought to be added that some of these birds have talons, and all have beaks - this is David Attenborough, not David Sullivan.

The coffee is brewing, my decision is made, back soon -ish!