Monday 4:25 p.m.
I must say Christmas this year is much better than normal. It's hardly impinged. So one mustn't complain, one mustn't. Okay, just one Christmas Santy basturns and that'll be that.


My New Years resolution will be to give up socialising!

The Unfortunate Ones are so unfortunate that they don't even know they are unfortunate. What a great time of the year this might be for someone with no purpose in this life at all! You've only got the sleeping and being awake and dreaming. They do not know the ecstasies and all the various degrees of bliss inside their minds, so they don't have to worry about their minds at all. It's not as if the Unfortunate Ones would ever think about developing their minds, so all they've got is the monkey view and that might be quite good at this time of year, what with all the Christmas puddings and drink and drugs. Also, they take long holidays and they can land in on you at any time. Really difficult to keep your meditating regime going whilst undergoing the collateral damage.

It's moi I'm annoyed with, Jack! No, be annoyed about them, Hotboy! Okay, Jack! Useless basturns the lot of the them! Why don't they all just bugger off and go yo ho hoing someplace else?!

I would like to write about the meditations, but I never got over Thursday. I don't think I'll ever get over seeing Brian Wilson at the door when I had at least another three hours to go of the absolute wonderments. Basturns!

The photies were taken at the bus stop in Princes Street.