Hippodrome London Book Launch. Countdown to April 3rd Diary Day 1

Also a tie in with my talk at the Ink Festival: We'll do the Show Here!

Ken Levison, writer, editor, dramaturge of brilliance, rang to say that I of course must perform Dulcamara the quack doctor's aria in my book show at the Hippodrome London. 'How nice of them to lend you the theatre! Gosh. Yes, I listened to your CD. And speaking as a layman I think you have a beautiful voice and should be doing the character parts in opera, because you have a sense of humour. And, let's face it, are no longer - perhaps never were - the ingenue.'
Brera PR agrees with me that acrobat Stefan Alexander in his underwear would be a good selling image in certain quarters. 'But for something like the Woman's Weekly, let's go more with you as Madame Galina off-stage. Perhaps some crocuses at your feet. No, not strewn on the carpet, go out for a walk.'
This reminds me, idly, of my mate Gerard's younger brother, Montgomery, asking not to have any more of those leaves (kelp) in his breakfast smoothie 'from bloody well outside!'
Singing practise, ballet practise, two thousand seven hundred and six words of the new novel done.

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