Robert Fripp's Diary for Thursday, 15th March 2012

Robert Fripp's Diary

	Thursday, 15th March 2012

Bredonborough.

Awake in the night with a current difficult situation that DGM finds itself facing. Not of our own making, but with repercussions. A letter of response formed in my head, in terms I found surprisingly frank: You’ve fucked up big time and a shitload of grief is going to rain on your head. I knew also that my Sister Patricia would strongly disapprove of such bad language, and would be appalled if I included this in the Diary. Nevertheless. Then I went back to sleep.

Rising at 06.40 a hurtling, perky and playful WillyFred pissed on my naked feet as they hit the floor to begin my day, with definition, clarity, certainty and wetness.

Over the road to World HQ…

… for morning reading…

… and e-fury. The first e-letter of the day began: You’ve fucked up big time and a shitload of grief is going to rain on your head. Apologies to the Sistery Person and other Diary-visiting innocents who now know, if they didn’t before, that in addition to venality, heartlessness, hyprocrisy and leadership, That Awful Man is also vulgar and foul-mouthed.

Organizing bookshelves…

… data whirring.

Home for lunch in The Humans’ tea break, returning to e-fury and ongoing data-whirring.

The Humans’ Raison d’Etre has just called: writing is done for the day. Back across the early-evening street I…