Summer is *certainly not* i cummin in

Today's theme is lunacy. I will freely admit to being fairly lunatic now and again. For instance I have it in my head to apply for the job that Rel is advertising at the moment - obviously I would pretend to be a barely literate silly person with a lot to say in the covering letter, and for whom principles are something you pick up at Camden market. That can be tomorrow's homework. An example of lunacy, but only part-time and avoidable if I was pretending to be boring. The weather is very lunatic; in less than 20 days time, we should be dancing around maypoles and singing barely veiled filthy songs (madrigals) to welcome in summer. The weather is however stuck in winter and is foul. But I am stronger than the weather - it will not beat me.

Tuesday Lunacy:

1. When I arrived at Oxford Circus tube station this morning a man even shorter than me (and it happens I tell you) had got off the train too. He proceeded to act like a Monty Python character that had been binned. Whilst carrying a plastic briefcase (the sort that swots had at school... remember that?) he walked along the platform hitting himself, cursing under his breath, screwing up his face and making his hands into fists before going back to hitting himself. It is the sort of thing I might do if I realised I had got drunk the night before and had told somebody that they look like a chimpanzee and acted like a four-week old poodle. At least I would only do it once - he must have told someone that they looked like Gail Porter or something because, in the middle of the crowd, he continued to do it until the surface. It was amusing and I did get smiles from one or two very attractive people on the escalator... I'm pretending that that isn't related to my laughing at the man.

2. Outside Oxford Circus station a lunatic man laughing like a hyena so physically that he had to steady himself on the rails around Exit 1. What was that about I wonder? I was going to point out that it was Tuesday morning and far too early when you are hungover, but I didn't think he would understand my distress, so I didn't.

3. Going to the swimming pool at lunchtime in my ploy to lose weight, swimming 120 lengths, and then going to buy lunch in Villandry on Gt Portland Street. I had pasta carbonara. I tell you ... no self-restraint is me! There is the lunacy of going swimming and having such a big lunch... but Villandry is worth going into: not only the food looks fabulous and tastes fabulous, but the serving staff always look wonderful and attractive (I can't vouch for their taste - cannabalism is not my thing). Suffice to say that it wasn't the cheese I wanted from the cheese counter! [now I'm the lunatic]

4. Walking past Piccadilly Circus to see the Metropolitan Police's new Police Box. I know that Doctor Who has been a big success, but is there really a need for a limousine Tardis like this:



Silly. Lunatic

5. Spending all evening practising Bach Chorale preludes on Gavin's large organ (oh yes... bring on the jokes):




So a day of lunacy. Let's hope I have something more useful to say when I next write.