249 - Giant and big

In London an old friend kindly hosted me in his flat 3 floors below where I used to live in Belgravia (in social housing not in a millionaire mansion). He keeps a giant rabbit (can’t remember the name) and a big rabbit called Wonky. The giant one jumped up onto the dining table, after the greens on my plate. Lettuce is to rabbits as truffles are to pigs. 

I went to Saville Row to see the Lisa Brice show, at the new Sadie Coles gallery. There were two elderly gentlemen looking round. One taller with white hair. They looked familiar and I realised later it was Gilbert and George but without their trademark suits. Perhaps they were getting measured up for new ones. 

My Dad told me a story about his friend Peter Meaden in the 60s, getting a custom suit made for him on Saville Row. Peter was getting measured up, and when it came to the inside leg, the tailor said ‘what side do you keep your lunch pack?’. And Peter said ‘oh no I don’t bring a packed lunch, I have lunch vouchers’.

Peter was a guy who influenced the mod fashions of The Who and managed them before he suffered severe mental health issues and got sacked.

So they make a pouch in the crotch?

In the morning, after I left my friend’s flat, I saw workers planting fake flowers in Duke of Yorks Place.