31 March - GD or DG

Am reminded by reading a post on friend’s blog that when she was out with Toph last week, Geoff Dyer walked into the club they were in, but though her agent knows him, there was no time for an introduction. The boy then told them of how he’s accidentally nearly met GD 3 other times. At a talk on photography at the ICA, whilst parking the car in Highgate and GD cycled past. Another time in north London and again GD on crossed the road in front of him. Then of course there’s an old professor of mine who’s bezzie mate with GD but has not yet arranged for us all to meet. Professor in fact knows David Gilmour very well and between the two, sorry to be sad, but I’d rather spend time with DG rather than GD. Though they're both pot heads or have been, and I don't usually get very far with the way their minds wander.

So, if anyone knows Geoff or if he’s reading this, (stranger things have happened in this small Lodon universe), we have some spare tickets for the Ibsen play at the Donmar on 11 April. Tell him to get in touch and he’ll be sat next to Toph who has no clue about this and it would definitely make him believe in chance and fate and all that, things that he’s rather too scientific about, whilst for me, well, it’s obvious I believe that’s how the world works. The boy is a fan of GD’s books so that helps, though he’s not been moved to compose any fan letters to him yet. That honour goes to Robert Fisk, whose lengthy tome on all the political crises in all the bars he’s ever frequented, Toph has taken to lugging about everywhere. I fear for his sanity when he finishes that book, though am sure it’s the kind of thing you can just start re-reading straight away. He'll be safe on the desert island.