This morning I awoke, wandered into the kitchen, switched on Elvis and Friends with Rockin’ Ron Cade and started to make Funny Fruit Bread. I hope it comes out okay. If it does, I’ll make it for Walt and Joe and little loas for Mrs Green, Violet and Trey and Adele. We shall see. It’s in the oven right now.

Last night Rob decided he wanted to see the Magic Christian. A few weeks ago, I showed him a couple parts of that movie, mainly to prove I had even weirder movies in my collection than just Zardoz. I have a feeling he wanted to see all of the Magic Christian because he was hoping Raquel Welch had a bigger role as the whip wielding dominatrix at the helm of the engine room. Sadly, that was her only scene. We watched the entire movie. Rob stuck with it. I was pretty sure he was going to ask me to turn it off– after Laurence Harvey stripped as Hamlet, Yul Brynner, in drag, hit on Roman Polansky, the Boxers who stopped fighting and made love, or when the vat of blood, shit and urine became a swimming pool. What is the next movie I will show Rob? I’m thinking How to Get Ahead in Advertising. That’s the one where an ad man develops a large stress-related boil on his shoulder that then sprouts eyes, a mouth and starts talking.