Friends and Foes

Dear Diary,

I had a couple of calls today. Friends wanting to meet up. It's nice to feel wanted. I grabbed my guitar and headed through the packed town streets to the pub. Upon arrival my friends were not there. Parking is a problem on a busy Saturday. Larry crossed the street to tell me he was in the old residency place. The other bloke has just arrived. Before my mates did so, I spied a feller who had me banned from this pub (for playing guitar, amongst other transgressions...) The villain shot me evil looks: I smiled sincerely back at him. Lots of things are happening right now.

So anyway, Maxy is proper mullered man! Oh yeah! On the Flex! So anyhow, I met up with Larry, old friend, we met some other people. I busked awhile. We went to "the Black Hole of Calcutta" and what a magnificent sight to behold. A sound. The rebound lady was there. She sang like an Angel, I played guitar like a dæmon. People.cried it was so moving, the tingling sensation about the forearms. The hairs stood up on end, amazing, sensational, almost unbelievable. Incredible. I am so glad I came out today. Now it's listening to Carol King and wistfully daydreamed into my glass with people in a dark corner of an old pub.

Maxy Waxy. xx