Hours since the last post.
Graham Payn has died. His fame would appear to rest upon the fact that he fucked Noel Coward for many years. What must it be like to have your existence defined by your proximity to someone else's genitalia? I don't think I've ever had sex with anyone more famous than me, not for want of trying.
Finding the David Boyle book rather frustrating. Many schoolboy errors, and since it's meant to be about authenticity and reality, it's really not good enough. Will list them all later.
I'm going to a Turkish restaurant tonight. Any recommendations (meat not really being my thing)?