DGM World Central time is just past midnight, which my body recognises as the end of The Late Shift. Here, the Rapid Acculturation Program is underway (kindly note the spelling of "Programme" to indicate that this is so) and likely to continue tomorrow.
This morning, instead of leaping from bed at 06.00 with legs snapping like whipcords propelling me into the day (effectively a lay-in of 4 hours and 30 minutes), a feebly Dorset engine spluttered pitifully; until the driver gave it firm instructions and steering. He must be tired, this Fripp.
But more of this report later, and now probably tomorrow.
"Music is a benevolent presence constantly and readily available to all."
