So the heron has returned to being a hero, for now. He redeemed himself by lying on my floor and telling me stories about Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. (We'd both caught a late night screening of Bedazzled a few days previously). We drank whiskey, talked about wolves and the devil and went to bed. Splendid.

New Peaches album, 'Impeach my Bush', is getting better and better with every listen. (Plus best album title I've heard for a while.) Not sure whether a third effort into her, now well known, style would work, but it's better than ever. Sexee and funny, just like the lady herself, it's a fucking triumph. Can't wait for the live shows.



I'd also like to thank her for inspiring my new haircut.