It has been a tough old day. One of those heavy-hearted ones that you think you won't get through. So it was a blessing when I found a twenty one year old diary amongst the rubble that inhabits the study at the moment. On reading it I am not sure whether I ought to burn the bloody thing or tear bits out and frame them. Maybe send them to the people I was writing about? Half of London seems to be in there. Quite a few people are written with a lot of affection while others don't come out in one piece. I hardly recognise myself when I write such nonsense as ....'I must maintain a low profile if I am to get through the Christmas period'..... 'My God, he really thinks he can still do that VOODOO SHIT on me?'..... L came to see me. We went to the Blue Posts. I had a stout she drank a Whiskey Mack. She had to pick up her DAT tape from a Guy Called Gerald'..........'Last night I couldn't sleep. H asked me why and I told him it was because I had a song going round in my head. He asked which one and I told him, 'We Built this City on Rock and Roll'. 

My late father never went to a gym. Instead he would read the Daily Mail to get his cardio vascular exercise. Likewise, I read the Telegraph headlines just to put a few revs in the old ticker. You can be delighted or sufficiently wound up when reading them depending how class conscious you are which if you are British will mean more than you would like to admit. You can all sleep well tonight or sit bolt upright knowing that Carrie Symonds, Boris Johnson's girlfriend is referred to as his consort which is a word usually reserved for the spouse of a monarch but then we all know Mr Johnson only ever wanted to be king of the world. Just below this screamer is a headline that says it is going to reveal how Carrie's sixty nine pound coat will reinforce Johnson's 'people's government' message. You have to pay to read the premium bits of the Telegraph online which is pretty much all of it. Regretfully the EU budget for Ministry of Keeping an Eye on the Brits has been cut so we will never know but I can tell you that Ms Symonds is referred to in the continental press as First Lady, Lady Brexit, and Boris Johnson's feminist girlfriend. Oh well, keep on trucking because there's going to be a lot more of this shite.

DON'T GET DONE BY BREXIT

Brexit is like the housework. It never f#cking ends!

It might be a long shot but maybe those Labour voters in Labour strongholds have taken a leaf out of Boris Johnson's book and are lying when they say they are going to vote Tory.

Politics today. I am reminded of the time I was having lunch somewhere on the Spanish border with France, with friends, and explaining about the day Hitler met Franco on the frontier at Hendaye. Hitler is said to have exclaimed later, 'I would rather have my teeth pulled out than meet that man again!' To which one friend at the table said, ( sarcastically I may add), 'Oh of course, because he was so much nicer than him!'