Attila

Went up to Bannermans to see Attila the Stockbroker doing his show at 4 pm - fine ranting as per, but a very moving poem about his mum's descent into Alzheimers ('like treacle in the brain' she said) and a great (and funny) rap about his own run in with bladder cancer and numerous flexible cytographies. Splendid stuff.

On my way there down Blackfriars St I passed the bike shop and Peter B, the former proprietor of The Weem, sitting outside in the sun. (That was the last time we'd seen him).