An old pub near the Angel Charles wakened at 9.30 A.M. and wasted no time in dressing. Good God it's about time for spring surely. The face has yellow lines. I can't wear socks either.
People notice smells though they say nothing.
A touch of humanity is required. Man I've even been known to clean my room on occasion with no thought of rent reduction. Still he did take me for a meal last night. Collapsed if he hadn't. Imagine that bloody hotel porter knocking me back from their staff canteen.