Chocolate cookie cake

“I would be happy to defend you ladies,” Duke said with a shine in his eyes. Every man on earth thinks his dick is magic. Alex could hear Roxanne saying it in her head the day they had met.

Not much sleep, but read most of The Tale of the Unnamed Midwife. A grim, but glorious, post apocalyptic novel, with a contemporary gender slant.

Two coaching sessions, with a mad dash between Majestic and Morehall between them. Barely time to grab a soup, but then there’s a huge chocolate cookie cake waiting in the meeting room. Four hours later, it’s still only half eaten.

The drive to the airport is a blur of brake lights, traffic jams, and Waze directions. At Wawa I don’t prepay for enough fuel - the tank takes $26 worth - unheard of.

The flight is full. I prop myself up at the back of the plane and listen to yesterday’s Natasha Raskin Sharp show from Radio Scotland and within the first five minutes hear my name. She’s going to play a vinyl request that I tweeted in a few weeks ago. Sure enough, about 30 minutes in, she plays Inductive Resonance from Fripp’s The League of Gentlemen. Result!

Listen to it here - from 29:40