Dec 17th 11:30 London bound. I’m delivering a piece of artwork to Little, Brown then picking up some originals from Sotheby’s, unsold lots. I don’t think I’ll do this number again, but then, I probably won’t be asked. Profit rules.
11th Nov. 11:29 My Birthday. Depressed, so much so, that not even lemon cake can lift the veil. Terrible nightmare last night. I watched my mother die on the opposite bank of a wide river. Woke with a start, my heart racing.
Thursday Oct 8th 1998
Thursday Oct 8th 1998: Coffee. Grey skies. Feeling wonderful. Stomach bubbling. I’m not depressed.
Sept 21st 1980
Sept 21st 1980 6:02am: Why not start here? Then pause.