I walked June to work again along the alley in the middle of a violin – I could hear someone scraping the soundboard and I was just going to investigate when a woman came down the fire escape wearing only medieval underwear (I was so amazed how modern she looked I didn’t notice she was carrying the entire central heating system). The man at the end of the telephone spoke in strong colours before I pencilled in my reply; I was actually pleased with the subtle shading of the clouds before the entire picture was washed away in the rain. When June came home I showed her the blank paper and she showed me an exact reproduction of the Elgin Marbles on her bright pink bandana. I imagined my childhood as a small boat in a very rough sea.
Gerald's Rather Strange Diary 