What a week! I had the great honour and pleasure of appearing at the Leazes Fringe edition of Jibba Jabba and a few days later at Pink Lane - two shows in a week!
At Jibba Jabba, Jennifer was looking particularly perky as it was a kind of anniversary for her and Steven. Unfortunately someone who will remain nameless, since almost everyone knows who it was, managed to offer me a glass of vodka and cranberry - all down my left side. I had to spend the whole evening feeling damp and sticky, not pleasant at all.

Pink Lane on Thursday was most exciting. Of course I had to come later in the evening as Amina appeared in the first segment of the show. Actually I was glad I missed her performance as I understand she did some quite unsuitable material. People may have been amused, but I still think it sounds as if she disgraced herself. I may have to seriously reconsider our friendship.

But as you will see from the photograph, I am having to carry my telephone around at the moment. Jack has gone missing. I mean a lot more missing than usual. A few days ago there was a strange phone call saying that L. Grando was holding Jack and that he proposed removing some of his cahonies (if I understoon it correctly). Following that I received two small round softish objects in a bag and am afraid they may be Jack's. The strangely phrased note accompanying them suggested that I could have him back if I pay a rather large sum of money. It's is all rather worrying - and of course I am not supposed to tell anyone or get the constabulary involved, but this blodge is all between friends, so I don't suppose that counts.
After the way Jack has behaved in the past I am not at all sure I want him back but on the other hand I don't really want too much more harm to come to him.

I had better stop here. The telephone could ring at any time and I have much poetry to compose before my next engagement.