the roads which seem like jaunty places to smoke cigars can lead only to graceless entertainments. this old theory of mine was borne out in my last night's excess. from dawn i was a fury of activity untill about 11 this morning when i entered a classic manic type hangover whereby i am endlessly amused by the inane, and simulatiously i am just bored with feeling ropey and want it all to pass of as quickly as possible. it is the ideal mood in which to try and engage me in some physical game. i wish simon could have come to the office today so we could have played a game without rules which consists of us doing some kind of silly dance whilst i whisper something charming from a film over and over into his shell-like. it is a hard life if you dont crumble.