I cancelled my 11.0’clock appointment. Felt really queasy and coldy. Meditated. had a big mug of my Jewish Penicillin, then dressed.
One pair of 501 jeans – thick.
One pair of bikers boots and sox – thick.
One sweater – thick.
One coat – not thick enough.
One purple shawl – thick.
One hat – too big but thick.
One pair of black suede gloves.
And I set off out in the arctic wastes of Sarf London.
The 170 bus came immediately, so I had to disrobe it was so HOT.
Out at Victoria and on with my brown bowler. Onto the tube and I joined all the other mad hatters. Everybody in London was dressed to kill with all their different titfers. Knitted hats, crocheted hats,flat caps and hunters. Hooded hats and helmets. Headgear that fitted, headgear that was too big, too furry, or just plain daft. Cowls, berets, tam-o’shanters, beany’s, soft hats, hard hats, cloche hats and fedoras. When a big brown eyed girl sat down in front of me, a python length scarf wrapped round her neck and a big, white woolly jobby pulled over her head, the massive bobble on the top of head had a life of its own, I’m sorry but I actually laughed out loud.
I got out at Oxford Circus and decided to buy myself a woolly snood. The sales assistant was so disrespectful I left her punching the till and walked out.
Had a bright meeting with my agent then set off to THE TRAFALGAR STUDIOS to see Tracy Bennett play Judy Garland in ‘Over The Rainbow.’
I hadn’t read the papers so didn’t know there was another student demo. Good for them. Trafalgar Square was flanked by LOTS of police in riot gear. Vans, horses, students, shields, batons, students. Noise, snow, tourists,students, confusion. I was let through the cordon because one of the coppers recognised me off the radio….
Met up with my consort, we had vegetables and chips in a splendid pub, opposite the theatre, served by a Polish doll, then took our seats in Row ‘C’.
I slipped on my scarf and kicked the geezer sitting next to me with my big boots. But when the lights went down and The Bennett started her act it was riveting. I cried, laughed, hooted and dissolved.
If she doesn’t get an award for her tour-de-force performance, i’ll eat my hat, and all the others that I saw on the Victoria Line….