Pynchon

It is less than 24 hours until Orville and Vicky's leaving do. I have not been thinking about it. Well, maybe just a little.

I could make an almighty prat of myself. Alcohol turns me into a cunt.

My Brother is coming out tomorrow night. I asked him to. He is bringing his two mates (Elvis, who is the coolest man in the world and Donovan, who isn't). My Brother said we will make a night of it. I'm not sure about that. My Brother will be my fail safe. If things turn bad, my Brother will get me out of there. When my Brother wants to be, he is Iceman.

Wish me luck.

Lorraine has completely changed her plans for next week. On one day she intends to visit her Aunt Zelda in Golders Green and on another day visit her friend Dolores Rat in Nottingham. I'll pass on Dolores Rat (appalling fucking cow, I'll tell you about her sometime), but her Aunt Zelda is OK, if a little flakey. The rest of the week is up for grabs.