Gig day and boobs

Dear Diary,

The sun shone, and pennies from heaven dropped in the alley where the streets are paved with gold. Half a dozen people dropped into Ronulus' water bowl, they probably know about my intended swim. I cut the stint short to go and 'whore' myself out at the cafe for a five. What I really wanted to do was play music with the fiddler, he gave me a smile and told me he didn't want to play music ensemble. Bastard. The staff missed me and the word is they paid Gulliver fifteen and bade us play together. Never-mind losing my house, my education and my future, not being able to play Old Time with an excellent banjoist left me utterly devastated. I became really quite downcast.

The Franciscan arrived. His wife's left him. I could see this happening for years now. He too was really very melancholy, and rightly so. She's really quite pretty, and a beautiful person, with lovely boobs to boot.

Anyway. Gulliver turned up for a 'jam' (he does not jam, he carries a tune, which is fine). I explained just how pissed off I was with him spurning me like that. He has agreed to play together next week. Alas, a couple turned up. He is a right space-cadet, proper cosmic-ranger, and his missus is gorgeous. I know she's shagged the cellist (who hasn't?). She has an interest in... archaeology. Well? I had to woo her with some dazzling facts and turned her on to the OU. She is going to do AA100. Excellent. She is as bright as she is fetching (again, nice rack). Her boyfriend is a lovely guy, if a little far-out. I explained that I was deeply in love with his other half. He accepted it, because out of respect I could not try it on with her. We hugged.

They invited us back to there's. I was so drunk.

God only knows how I made it home.

Seeing as I am Sunday Saint, I must pray forgiveness and attend Church this morning, naturally. What a day. I am shockingly hung-over.