Robert left town this morning after a whirlwind three-day trip. I wouldn't want to deal with the after-effects of jetlag from such a short trip, but understand his desire to travel. It sounds like things are starting to go well for him. But after staying up until 2.30 to drink vodka, listen to records, and talk old days, I'm hungover, anxious about moving, and trying to get work done.

We had drinks last night at the perennial favourite St. Martin's Lane Hotel with Kirsten and Robert's friends Mark and Murray then dinner at Joe Allen's which was below par and very badly served, but it caters a theatre crowd and there were some very attractive men which made the waiting hours for dinner a bit more enjoyable.