Day seven or maybe nine of being ill and bored. ...Mr van de Ven has this habit of not remembering famous people's names correctly. This is how it has been forever and now it's affecting me. For example tonight I was trying to remember the name of the bloke who thought the queen was a lizard and the first thing to pop into my mind was David Lynch not Icke. Then we were talking about Dame Edna and how she would invite 'guests' onto her chat show, introduce them stage right, and then abort proceedings by opening a trap door, with said 'guest' never making it to their chair. Typically, we couldn't remember the name of the Austrian who Dame Edna got rid of just as he started to walk along the podium, the one who also had some kind of memory loss. But there is a big difference between the ex secretary general of the UN, aide-de-camp with the Nazis, and us not remembering his feckin' name.
-You remember, Klaus Wunderlich.
- That's not him, he was a German easy listening organist.
-Klaus Barbie?
-Nope.
-It's on the tip of my tongue, Klaus Kinski....
-Just stop it, he wasn't called Klaus.
-Nomi?
-It began with a K.
-Klaus Waldheim?
-No! Kurt for f#cks' sake!
