It's A B----

      Please, please, please, say it ain't so: Steve, my man, remember Ted Wass. Let history take its course.

      And with that, I will disappear into another Tuesday of misery. Extra office hours today in the pub as essays pend, like creditors, as vipers a few feet away. Oy vey. (And why is it that the Doctor always thinks of A--- when he says or writes that phrase, even though he was saying it long before their orbits met? He knows not. Agh. The cruelties of memory.)

      By the way, saw the movie Boat Trip today. Ugh. Rancid. Creepiest thing: Roger Moore as an ageing queen claiming he used to be a bad motherfucker. It's rather like having steaming hot pea soup thrown in one's face. Shudder, shudder, shudder.