Robert Fripp's Diary for Monday, 8th June 2009

Robert Fripp's Diary

	Monday, 8th June 2009

05.45 UK.

UA954 San Francisco > London.

An enveloping cloud of rectal exogust, trumpeted soundlessly by my travelling chum in the adjoining (window) seat, woke me at 01.28 UK time (or 17.28 PST). I will spare the innocent DGM visitor details of this terrifying blast of quiet terror, relief for one & a wake-up alarm for (at least) one. This has continued at intervals now for 4 hours. How could a down-below eruption so fully seize the space with a glutinous, choking hold & take it captive, along with all those inside the blast zone?

Official rising-time, ie accepting that no further sleep was possible, 05.00.

20.22 Bredonborough.

Landing 06.55…

… and into the KevinMobile c. 07.30 I…

II...

… arriving in Bredonborough c. 09.30...

… in a feeble, dribbly state.

The Minx arrived back shortly afterwards from arisings in the town & declared that I have Guitar Craft Breath. This, apparently, is an affliction acquired from healthy-eating on GC Courses. WillyFred greeted me by running away. Perhaps WillyFred is also sensitive to GC Breath.

An afternoon napping, then rising for a visit with the Minx to a possible Guitar Craft House 100 yards down the street from our front door. My judgement is that the difficulties outweigh the advantages.

A Minx-walk around the town I…