Furious

I have a cold, like everybody else. Mine is of course much more glamorous and tragic, though.

So, last night I went with GK4 to this Christmas party thrown by some wealthy bohemians. This was a major concession on my part, as I was in the first stages of a cold and had been prevented from a good night's rest, by him, as he had a crisis of faith the night before and needed to phone several times between three and four a.m.

In fact, I am too tired to write about it. But remind me to tell you about the old man dressed like a 19th century baby.