Back to Kingston for final overdubs (final for me, anyway) on the Monique album. I do the African Sun guitars (that I was working on before Christmas), with some success. Then I crow about it being one of the very few occasions I did my homework, which takes some of the shine off it I suspect. Then I get into an argument about the relative merits of Kylie and Madonna, which I am bound to lose. Tch.
I also attempt replacing a track on Rouge before Barb correctly identifies that it can be done without. Perhaps this is an achievement in itself. Perhaps not.
The rest of the day is vocal overdubs, and me reading Needs of a New Age Community and Transformation by Mr Bennett.
They get me a cab to Wimbledon Station. I give the driver almost the right money, then there’s an awkward moment and we part company. I didn’t tip him. I never know how to tip cab drivers, it’s not as if you can just leave the money somewhere.
I get home just after seven, drop off the stuff and then go to meet Maude. She has had considerable vexations recently and will not be able to go to Los Molinos, as she explains to me over noodles in the Leicester Square Wagamama. We have a good long meeting and chat and then we stroll around Leicester Square, over the new Jubilee footbridge in search of a cup of tea, which we somehow fail to find, settling for a diet coke for me and a mineral water for Maude in the cafe at Waterloo Station. At both Wagamama and the cafe I tip more generously than I normally would, hoping to make up karmic ground lost in the cab driver incident.