They sliced him open like a mackerel, then stitched him back up, thankfully

Went away for a bit, but took myself with me, so had to give up and come back.

This year I resolve to do whatever I did last year. There, pressure's off now!
Can't see why they bothered changing the number of the damn' year. Hasn't done the blindest bit of good, as you can see.

But at least at this season there's Alan Bennett's diary in the LRB:
" 'She had a face like an upturned canoe,' said by the actor Charles Gray at breakfast in Dundee (though of whom I can't remember)."
4 February. More senior moments. I can't find my pullover and don't like the one I'm wearing because it has several moth holes. 'I had another pullover, ' I say to R. 'I was wearing it this morning.'
'You still are. You've put the other one on top of it.'

Bike over to Gloucester Crescent and leave the bike there while I walk round to M+S. People often smile at me, but this afternoon nearly everyone smiles. It's only when I come back to Parkway to have my hair cut that I realise that I'm still wearing my crash helmet."

Don't go long on celebrity, but I always look out for him when I'm in NW1 - never have spied the fellow.

I used to keep an eye out for Dirk Bogarde when in Belgravia, and irrationally I still do. Also quite hopelessly, Quentin Crisp when I was in Chelsea (yoursnotours). You might see a pattern emerging there and you might or might not be right - without intent I am forever clocking Peter Tatchell in the street, though it's been yonks since I saw him on his bicycle (zipping through the gap in the barriers that enables cycle-borne turns from the Strand onto Waterloo Bridge).