I remember little of my dream from last night – something about being praised for my singing, which is pure madness. I’m now officially homeless, of “no fixed address” in the parlance of the time. It’s quite liberating, but also enormously panick-inducing. If anyone has a sofa within an hour’s commute of London that needs forming into the shape of a hairy GreekWelshJewish Mancunian for at least a week’s period, I’m your man. I also do weddings, barmitzvahs, christenings, funerals… Anywhere there’s free food basically.
Down and Out in London.
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