Dinner with the most junior gannet in London. The restaurant recommendation - 'I know a great Indian' turned out to mean 'I know a great Indian where the curry is so strong it will strip the lining from your oesophagus'. In the absence of a working larynx the conversation was somewhat one sided. Not that there's much time for conversation when your dining companion attacks the food with all the efficiency of an industrial vacuum cleaner.
At the cafe this morning the French papers were full of the devastating news that Bristol and Levi are to split up. Wilf was devastated when I told him. The look on his face seemed to say 'Come on Levi - the night you announce your (re-)engagement is not the time to mention you might have fathered a child with another teenage girl'. Whatever happened to old fashioned manners ? As for the music video mocking the Palin family - well as the reticent Bristol put it " He's just obsessed with the limelight ". In the window of a gallery in London a marvellous ' guide to marital harmony' cartoon. It would have made the perfect wedding present.