The Journals of Everett True

Wednesday May 31

Feel like shit. Don't sleep, cos the room is a furnace. Talk about books with SS and Emma more. Manage to trudge over to the West End to a very ordinary Thai restaurant in Old Compton Street to meet my book publisher Ian Gittins. Who kindly agrees to extend my deadline, and regales me with stories of friends old and new. Tells me great story about Alex from Blur censoring the Virgin book, which I won't repeat here. (Mail me if you're really interested.) Bolsters my ego, by saying how he wants lots of ME in the book - in direct contravention of what he said at our previous meeting. After wandering in a daze around Soho for an hour, finally make it back on to a Brighton train, where I wait in concerned for Charlotte who's having real problems with Brighton's crap bus system again. Cook rudimentary fish and vegetables supper, and even make a start on some of our holiday receipts later. Gary Munro mails me, to let me know he still cares. One of the few. Robert Tame, publisher of Loaded, sends me an e-mail too - wants me to call him with a few ideas. Will do sir. Will do.

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