Sadist

I realised something today, namely that my osteopath is a flipping sadist! However, as I lay there on the funny table with the hole in it, being dorsal sprung, I also realised that a sadism is an important trait in an osteopath! He was working on the muscles on the back of my thighs today, which he said were abnormally tight before adding; "I might have to do that thing where I hurt you a lot!" I was curiously impressed...

We talked at one stage about vegetarian diets and the importance of eggs and he said, "it's a shame we live in London because I'd really like to keep chickens." For the eggs?" I asked, "or to eat?" "Both." I shuddered; "crumbs, do you think you could actually kill a chicken?" "Yes," he said, without any hesitation or emotion. And I believed him, especially when he then revealed he's recently got into taxidermy! Michelle of the Turkie, whom I met for lunch today, tells me that taxidermy is bang on trend with the Hoxton set right now, and that stuffing pheasants is a good way to start...

I'm quite bemused by the hobbies and fashions which are making widespread 21st Century come backs. Knitting, for example, the First World War "Tommy" hair cut, and the desire to wear genuine animal fur! I find the latter most peculiar. Fur coats invariably look like they were made out of animals with mange...

There was mayhem on the Archway Road this morning, following the erection of temporary lights at the junction with Southwood Lane. Unfortunately the beeps kept going off whilst they were setting things up, and old ladies with cats and things were blithely shuffling out into the road, thinking the noise meant they were free to cross. Cars and lorries were screeching to a halt. People were shouting. Dogs were barking. Traffic was gridlocked. Comedy.