Rewrite: Chapter 1, page 3
Nearly broke down in the newsagent's this morning, eyes stinging, throat welling. Hadn't heard the Desert Orchid news break, so it was more of a shock somehow, seeing his mug-shot on the covers of the newspapers, like everybody already knew. Went to see him race at Cheltenham & stood melting at the paddock rails as he clopped round and round. I once got into a Desert Orchid conversation with a stranger at a bar. He turned out to be Van Morrison. I kind of ruined what must have been my supreme ultra-cool later by going back, well sloshed by then, and shaking his hand up and down 5 thousand times and guffawing about not realising who he was. He looked skywards and said he'd talked enough, his throat was dry and he'd better be going home. I particularly love the Sun's picture of the elderly Dessie and will have to go out and buy it later.
After reading opening of chapter 1 last night, some small rewrites, clarifications,to do and so on it goes. I gave L a lift home and she said she'd love to hear something other than the beginning. So would I, I can hardly believe the whole rest of the novel exists. More work work arrived this morning so back it goes on hold.
Have been enjoying Humphreys in Search of God of a Tuesday morning. Each week he talks to different religious leaders and asks them to argue their case. This morning it was Sir Jonathan Sacks. When asked if he could convert Humphreys to Judaism, he replied, 'I'm sure you've got enough problems already.'
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