Sunday, 6 January 2008

Brighton -

Pleasant night's sleep in L's very comfortable and big bed. Drove down yesterday in - it seemed - like double time, and will go back to London tomorrow via work.

Chinese take-away yesterday evening was less than successful - some middleman clearly thought he'd start an impromptu game of Chinese whispers with our order, and by the time it arrived at our door one giant seafood appetizer set for two had become two giant seafood appetizer sets. I wouldn't have minded so much but the damage to my bank account, which is looking beleaguered at the start of January, was more than I would have liked.

We struggled through the spring rolls, prawn toasts, dumplings and fish cakes, but the addition of beer, crackers, and seaweed into the equation means that we now have a quarter duck and pancakes in the fridge for tonight.

This morning is a bright and crisp winter morning, with the sky suffused with Brighton's incomparable light, and the white buildings glowing with the colour of honey. I have spent most of the day so far in bed with Michael Palin's diaries, which I bought to read on the aeroplane and never started. They really are very good, although heavy on the name-dropping. John Cleese and Eric Idle come out of it badly; they have quite monstrous egos and seem thoroughly unpleasant men. MP, always my favourite Python, comes out of it very well, but then that's to be expected.

My random factoid of the day; when Monty Python was sold to Japanese TV, the title translated as Gay Boys' Dragon Show.

Off for lunch at the glamorous marina soon.

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