1. My good friend Mister G couldn't get over to see me yesterday. I was a bit sad but it couldn't be helped. This morning when I got in to work he called me from his bus journey into town. He had the flowery Jasper Conran shirt with him, (his 'pulling shirt' I think), the one he wore to his 40th birthday party. He is lending it to me for the forthcoming wedding Allan and I have been invited to in Cambridge in a weeks time to wear with my worcester off-white suit. Mr Conran is of course himself a considerable worcester himself, so the company is good. Mister G came up to my office and I introduced him to colleagues who were here, but they had no idea who he was...an odd, slightly blush worthy moment. Actually the blushes suited the little pink and red flowers of the fabric. There was a moment, just a moment saying thank you and saying goodbye which I wished would never end.
2. Facebook could get overwhelming. But not today. A young fellow called Jon from Alberta in Canada very kindly added me to his friend list. We chatted a bit on-line and he mentioned that his telephone provider gave him a 1000 minutes a month free call time to anywhere abroad. "You're the only person I know abroad". So he telephoned and we talked for an hour about life, the universe and The Real Human Beings. It was a beautiful thing for which I can honesty say I felt honoured to be a party to. This man was generous, full of humour, friendly and open about himself and able to hear what I had to say too. It's a treasure rarely achieved. We agreed to speak again and I'm sure we will.
3. I got a lot of pleasure from listening to a recent album from Alison Moyet called "The Turn" from 2007. All great songs full of emotional intelligence and vigor. I need to listen to this album a few times. Carl recommended it last weekend and played a couple of tracks. Its been a long time since I've lied to her wonderful voice and the carefully considered lyrics she expresses so vividly. I'm looking forward to the reunion of Moyet and Vince Clark as Yazoo.
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