Donbledore's stay with Aunt Penny continues. We are still waiting for the dust to settle to see the effect of last week's transformative events.
Donbledore and Robert Quilty have been playing telephone tag, so their outcome is still uncertain; and Samantha Tiffany and Luke Hutchence have yet to acknowledge receipt of Punk's latest manuscript.
I fear he will continue twitching until the Roman Emperor raises or lowers his thumb. (There is an interesting new line of thought to indicate that the lowering of the thumb actually saved the gladiator's life, not vice versa). A movement either way, or even a simple telephone call, would put Punk out of his misery.
It is possible that Samantha is worried about a writer who includes in his book
you have my full permission to take this book back to the shop if my flachelent (sic. sick?) meanderings have been printed on anything other than
1. recycled used toilet paper
2. Unsolicited faxes asking you to vote for your favourite soap star
3. Adverts claiming you can get fit in less than five minutes a day
4. Books of Paul McCartney's paintings
5. Old Spice Girls posters
On a different note, I must offer my support to Mike Batt, whose new group the Planets are apparently in dispute with the inheritors of John Cage's catalogue, who are claiming that the One Minute's silence on the Planets' album is a quote from JC's piece 4 mins 33 of silence. And that he should pay them publishing.
It seems obvious to this wizened old man, that the Planets were performing that well known piece in the common domain "The One minute silence" regularly played at memorial services.
Somewhere below all this, there lies a more serious point about the communality of ideas, but now is clearly not the time. This is about money and publicity.
"Intentional action generates intentional results and unforeseeable repercussions.
Unintentional action generates unintended consequences and inevitable repercussions."
