Last night

It was great fun in the garden, burning a vast quantity of growth that had been lopped off the wilderness at the end of my friends' garden. I love those bonfires, particularly when they are accompanied by a nice glass of wine. Later that night we retired to the telly, had some of the boiled bacon, and watched a programme about the entertainer who has just died. It's astonishing to see how popular they have suddenly become. The hysteria reminds me of another 'celebrity' funeral a couple of decades ago. We were regaled with a virtuoso performance from the singer, whose vocal range appeared to cover no more than a sixth. Highly embarrassing for the listener. Bed at half past twelve.