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08.36  II...  … and reporting a new arising in over four decades of action at breakfasting troughs: there is NO Noise Pollution Unit in action: ie an absence of witless, sonic pratterings and dopiness to pelt my morning sensibilities with ordure. Hooray! Conversation around the corner, between three waiter-persons, one post-mature male, two mature females, as I was sitting alone in the pumping-it-down chamber… Toyah Willcox is in the hotel - under the name of Fripp! Indistinct mutterings and the conversation accompanied the three persons as they walked into the body of the dining room. RF: Fripp is her married name. I am Fripp, her husband. Lady Waiter-Person: What does she sing? I interpreted this as: what is her most famous repertoire? and commented appropriately; in addition to a brief resume of the three classic films Toyah made in the 1970s (Derek Jarman’s Jubilee and The Tempest, Quadrophenia) before T became better known as a singer than actor. 20.15 Packing and loading the car. Farewell, Room With A View!...  … and a walk around before leaving c. 11.15 for Knighton, Powys I…  This small town has a superb guitar shop I…  … a surprise to find an establishment of this quality in a quiet, off the well-trodden path. A drive through nearby Presteigne and onto Bishops Castle, Shropshire I…  II...  III...  … and an excellent bookshop-with-café, Yarborough House , which features an absence of Noise Pollution Unit. The proprietor told me: We can’t get enough philosophy. An eruption of bibliophiliacal tumescence, including at the philosophy shelves. Bishops Castle even has facilities for laundering Mexican drug money and the proceeds of Russian criminal enterprise…  From unexpected additions to my library, to a planned trip: Rocke Cottage Tea Rooms, Clungunford…  We visited here a few years ago, when it was The Bird On Rock Tea Rooms, but that day it was closed for illness. This has been on our tea-room-to-do list for a long time. The full High Tea comprises four courses I…  II...  III...  IV...  V...  VI...  Highly recommended. Last bookings for High Tea at 15.30. The Minx drove us home, as I slumbered replete, collecting WillyFred from his Holiday Hotel. A walk down the garden with a cup of tea I…  II...  III...  IV...  V...  A MinxWalk around the town; a little computer-organizing. A superb one-and-a-half days visiting a different kind of time and place; much like the Dorset I knew of 40 years ago. To gentle. Search Robert Fripp's diary archive. |
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