Pynchon

I'm supposed to be writing in more detail about the London trip. Is there any detail to be gone into worth writing about? I don't know about that.

Also, I'm tired. I should really be in bed before 11pm.

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll start writing and at the stroke of 11pm I will stop. Call it the Chuck Berry moment. (Chuck Berry was infamous for adhering to his contracts to the letter. If he was contracted to play for an hour, an hour is what he would play for, even if it meant leaving the stage mid song. He had a clock positioned to the side of the stage, just so he would not accidentally play over the allotted time.)

Saturday.

Up at 4:50am. Washed and dressed. Taxi to New Street train station. Hung around for 20 minutes checking out the unhappy looking teenage clubbers. Furry boots, fishnet stockings and bad Dusty Springfield eye makeup seem to be de rigueur at the moment. That's the girls, of course. The boys? Big shirts. Nothing changes. I bought a "Web User" to read on the train. I also bought a Crayfish and Rocket sandwich and some orange juice because I was fucking starving.

Lorraine bought a Ham and Mustard sandwich and a coffee on the train. I read the "Web User" and fell asleep. We pulled into Euston 20 minutes early. It was pouring with rain in London, and Lorraine had not packed a hat, so she purchased a Mickey Mouse umbrella at Boots in the station. (I don't mean it was a crap umbrella. I mean it was a Disney umbrella with a picture of Mickey Mouse on it.) The second we stepped outside of the station it stopped raining.

We walked for a while and stopped off at Cafe Vengrano 1882 (something like that) and had a Caffe Torino and some pastries. Then we walked to Hamley's where I purchased two more toy Batmobiles (1950's and 1970's) and was harassed by a disturbed employee who thought that I should have a look at the collector's edition box set which retailed for a considerable amount of money more than I was willing to pay. Bless him. He was enthusiastic.

Walked some more. Looked in shops. Gap. (I bought a paisley stylee looking shirt. Perfect for the Cosmic Rough Riders on gig on Wednesday. Found that I was too fat to buy anything in Ben Sherman. Lorraine said she was too fat to buy anything in M&S. The details blur. We stopped for lunch at a Chinese place called something like Tun Tuk or Tuk Tuk or maybe Tun Tun. It's on Old Compton Street, or something similarly named. Very nice place. The food was good. The soup was so spicy it could grow hair on a virgin's chest.

Saw "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest". Very good.

Walked back to the station. We were a little bit early. Hung around looking cool. Went into the Simply Food M&S and bought some drinks for the journey home. Boarded the train. Ended up sitting near a girl who had the technique of mastery of men refined to the nth degree. She was travelling alone, but found herself at a table with three middle aged men. She had