Portrait of A Genius
Morning

Coffee and a slice of Laurence's lemon tart.

In protest at me having eaten all the icing sugar, she'd quietly omitted to put any in at all. It wasn't half bad though.

Spoke to Ally Cappelino re: DJ-ing at her bash in Shoreditch, Tuesday - at which I'll play 100 per-cent Wigan Stompers. Can't wait.

Wandered over to Oxford Street. Bumped into David Bailey on the way. He looked ancient. A really grumpy old man. Lord Lichfield died today. I've had my photograph taken by both these buggers. The former, a careers worth, the latter once only for a Pringle feature in Wallpaper magazine. I never liked Lichfield's stuff much, but I thought he was a nice guy.

His pic of me was a good'un.

In HMV I idled over whether to buy a copy of Switched on Bach. Didn't bother.

Listened to some of a new Joe Meek box-set: "Portrait of A Genius."

Telstar's still my favourite record. This compilation also has that fantastic Troy Tempest love-sick ballad vocal version on it: Magic Star - by Kenny Hollywood.

Am currently retaining a corking melody for the thing I'm doing with The Karminsky's.

Lyrics as yet unmanifest.