For the last three days in succession, I've been awoken at 8am by someone shouting in Polish in the flat below. This is odd, because they're a West Indian couple. Maybe they've adopted Polish as their, uh, language of love. But that doesn't stop it being annoying.

Started work in earnest on next Free French LP today. Bare bones of 3 demos completed. All lyricless at the moment, and I'm wondering what on earth I'm going to write about. Just too contented (unusually) to be able to vent my lyrical spleen. Had an idea about writing a musical, I know enough great singers to make it an interesting and no doubt highly amusing project.

I'm in Muswell Hill. I just went to Sainsbury's, and bought 2 oranges. The cashier looked at me and said “Are these oranges?” Yes, I replied.

I'm now going to a 2 years old's birthday party, daughter of friends Kesta and David. She is not attending. We are all going to the pub to celebrate in her absence. Who knows, she may do a live video-link.

Started trying to read “The Poor Mouth” by Flann O'Brien, but I don't get it, probably because I'm not familiar with the literature that it's pillorying. Must Read More.