Leslie and I travelled to Brighton last week for the festival. I travelled in a van with O'Brien, who was keen to tell me about the Aurora project, in which a plane can fly at four thousand miles an hour or something. I struggled to keep awake. He is on some strong pills after his accident with a wasp's nest last week and they make him talk rubbish. Still, it was very kind of him to drive and I bought him a burger at Pease Pottage service station but he had trouble keeping it down. Leslie caught the train as he had afternoon rehearsals for his new musical production of "Daddy Daycare". The show went very well, no children, but quite a few drunks although I think they had learned a lot by the end. We have a short break now until the WORLD TOUR begins in the New Year, very exciting indeed, watch this space! I took my jacket to the dry cleaners but they refused.

What a busy time its been. Leslie and I played the Lyric Theatre in London's glittering West End on Sunday, which was a delight although I got locked in the toilet for a while. Very antiquated these theatre toilets. We are off to Brighton to perform at the festival there this Friday and are in the middle of finalising dates for our extensive world tour next year. I have made it quite clear to Leslie that he will have to learn his words if we are to impress the provincial audiences. I pointed out that I had never seen his hero Geoffrey Palmer forget his lines. Oh no. And I must wash my shirt. It has become almost like aluminium foil, although with a more distinctive smell.