Some more general views of the street.
Currently listening to:
Last night's dinner:
|Supermarket Margareta with added smoked salmon|
At last, I have found a real goldmine of prose writing. Every sentence is a pleasure to read. And very, very amusing too.
It ranks with Rupert Everett's "Vanishing Years", Harold Nicolson's memoirs and Alan Clark's Diaries for stylistic brilliance.
Nothing miscellaneous comes to mind.