10.25
Hotel Acceptable, Milton Keynes.
A mild fall of snow softened the hard edges of the surrounding architecture. How do I know that this area was conceived in the imagination of men & constructed with little feminine input?
In the breakfast room, there was no Noise Pollution Unit until 09.45. Then it was powered up & set to Loud Enough To Distress Innocent Eaters With Simulated Christmas Cheer!
14.56 The MK Centre sales went in full action today, with John Lewis adding to
the frenzy. I went shopping for clothing suitable for a frequent traveller. Every one of the clothing stores I visited had in-house NPUs set to Very Loud Driving Dance Beats. A lyric noticed from a changing room - this burning inside… feels so fine was only one of many stirring metaphors for helpless rutting, delivered with suitably ullatory melismata, that accompanied my progress around the Centre’s clothing providers.
Today’s Daily Mail features a positive article on T. Front page…
Centre pages…
This one follows, and balances, an astonishingly negative article in the Mail earlier this year; an article so remarkably & unkindly dismissive that a rational being might wonder how an artist, written off as not-quite-as-valuable-as-useless just a few months ago, can be described in the same paper as a successful singer and actress and the subject of an “inspirational” interview for a centre page spread.
The negative piece was quite a hoot, and even mentioned Toyah’s husband: referred to by his friends as The Stud, he is known to have had up to seven women a day. If the Mail were not respected as an authoritative & reliable organ of reportage, I might have thought this somewhat overstated the case.
At the hotel for mucho practising.
"Craft is a universal language."
