Thursday 16th of August, 2001
hat could be the way breasts are being worn this year.
Up at 7:00, feeling whacked, but all the same. Bit of a sitting, then I go to Starbucks for coffee and a sandwich. Then I go in search of underwear. I find a good selection at a place called Ali's Cave and buy more than I could possibly need while I'm up here.
A bit of a lie down.
Bath.
Get to Whistle Binkie's at half-past one, as the trad jazz band are still playing. Sit outside and get my fingers warmed up.
After it's done, Peter, Ewan and myself repair to the Station where Pete's meeting some people off the train, and we drink coffee and chat. I note a young woman who walked past the bar earlier whose bra had so much uplift that it looked as though she was wearing her breasts upside-down. I do not say this as a misogynist gibe, but rather as an observation of what I consider a curious phenomenon. For all I know that could be the way breasts are being worn this year.
Back to the flat where I spend the evening sitting around (despite my intentions to go and see shows), but then the gig has tired me out. So more chatting, a bit of ITV on the telly (Now Is My Moment and Stars and their Lookalikes or something. Scary).
