Sunday... woke up grumpy and tired and was not cheered up by the Irish Food Fair in Covent Garden which I thought would be an Oyster laden feast for sophisticates. Instead there were about ten stalls jam-packed with gibbering tourists and the only places that didn't have 15-metre queues were selling Irish fudge. Should have known. Hate Covent Garden at the best of times but due to advance celebrations for St.Patrick's Day in Trafalgar Sq the side streets were full of drunken people in strange hats and green wigs. My mood was NOT assisted.

Repaired to La Bar du Retro for the 'Twin Peaks Afternoon', the second in a series of big-screen showings shown 4-foot wide on projected 80's VHS. Coffee and cherry pie is served and the artist Philip Normal tends the bar as 'Agent Normal'. Strange when your local turns into a dimly-lit smoky cinema for the afternoon but I rather like it. Don't understand Twin Peaks one bit but I love the atmosphere and the music. Also like the way almost every shot is a perfectly framed picture. I was just watching it like a series of slides (I can't follow plots... it's supposed to get better as I get older but if anything it's getting worse. I long to be able to read a novel.... ). There were some very good looking men with big 80's hair, full lips and sharp jawlines. Marvellous. 'Bobby' in particular was very good to watch (I'll never loose that admiration for floppy hair... it comes from falling in love with public schoolboys in a county town).

Anyway, the afternoon turned into evening and various personalties emerged to get Sunday-Sloshed or at least 'Round their Corners'. An excellent idea in my book as it dispels the monday morning blues, which are easy to get when one has a Job-du-Jour.

Ended up in snugsville with Dawn Right Nasty, Toblarina, Crazy G, Posh Paul. Other regulartypes were round the corner in the main bar... Sundays clearly are the new Fridays.

The Snug suited me just fine. Normally I hate sitting round there but the Filmic Afternnoon had left the tables and chairs in a strange configuration. W moved some back but not all and the place felt a bit odd. My feng shui was sparking off like nobodys business.

Had a few mineral waters, and my cheese baguette from Paul the posh Parisian bakers. Decided not to drink until six at which point I was gagging for a large Bloody Mary. Had a couple of those and some Vodka and tonics then a few lagers to take the edge off... all very sensibly paced however Toblarina was at one stage describing a sex-show he'd seen in Bangkok (complete with actions) and unwittingly got rid of two people who had nudged their way onto our table to play cards. I'm convinced anyhow that they were earwigging our conversations (which were hardly what one could describe as 'polite') whilst their cheap fags sat in the ashtray smoldering away and going straight up my nostrils. Toblarina's display was the last straw and they looked suddenly sickened and gathered their coats.

I may be inspired to start my own series of filmic afternooons... but I'm no expert. I only like Kenneth Anger, The Omen, 80's gay porn and cartoons.

Kenneth Anger would scare the shit out of people (serious occult energies), and possibly cause long-term damage. 'The Omen' could work amongst a 70's horror scenario, but that one is the best of the Omen series, the others being far too hammy... might work around Hallowe'en.

'Californian Art Films' potentially could work but I don't suppose I'd be allowed, by law as much as anything else. But I'd love to start with the late great (and very troubled) Joey Stefano. I'd serve some American beers with Joey's staple snack items Haagen Daz, Wonderbread, and of course peanut butter and jelly fed-ex'd over from Pink Dot on Sunset Boulevard. That's all he ever ate (plus handfuls of drugs). He was so beautiful... Strange how junk food seems to feed people's beauty sometimes... and drugs come to that.

I'm not ashamed to say I'm a collector (but only boxed originals... and I'm very particular about years and condition of said box). Perhaps I could get a grant? These are important historical documents after all in the great grand scheme of gay history. I'm leaving my collection to the Gay Museum in Berlin chiefly because it's currently rubbish. ....I'd show all the classics including 'Big Bang' and 'More than I Can Take'.

Talking of history we're off to the Chelsea again next week... I need a break before starting some new work. Feels decadent going again so soon but why the hell not... More NYC adventures shall be posted in due course!