Today is too cold for late September. Winter's come earlier, the man or radio 4 said. But safe and sound it is, unlike other premature things. As a child I liked Summer, hot Summer in my native country, Egypt. It's stillborn in London. Other dreams are stillborn. Today I lost my wallet, I mislaid it. I had to go to my first class of Modern Art. So, I went to the nearby Iraqi grocerer and borrowed 20 pounds to buy a ticket. On my way in the tube kept reading Atonement. Good novel indeed. Gordon Brown has been accused of giving a copy cat speech in Labour Conference. It doesn't matter. He keeps mentioning that his father was a minister in a church. OK. Good for you, but don't over capitulise on it. I like the man, he is less of a show man. But he should stop being a serious clown. A funny clown is admirable, a serious clown is disgusting. A nursing clown is pitiful. That's David Cameron. I'm not in the mood of writing. I want to go to bed early tonight. Good Night.
26.9.07
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