Went to the Crown and Anchor last night with two friends. We discussed the merits of various dictators and world leaders loudly between gulps of Warsteiner and Bottington’s. I think Papa Doc came out in the lead. We wanted to toast Joe Strummer with some whisky but for some reason the liquor license there only allows hard liquor to be served with food. Weird. So we got grub and our shots. The bartender must have thought us completely off our gourds. We went back to my place, one friend passed out before we got any more booze out and the other friend looked at some of my art. He liked it. I’m always flattered when people want to look at my creations, even if they don’t like what they see.