I got some money for a new book in and bought a little radio to keep me company when writing. My friend Helen suggested one she had in cream(I have named hers Lady Cream) I bought it in red and named it Red George, and put him on my nightstand, an old school desk. It took some wobbling of his antenna before I had a clear sound from radio 3 and 4. Red George knows what I like: I turn him on in the morning to hear Stravinsky, and in the evening to hear a recitation of
This is brilliant. Little Farta sounds pretentious. Moi? I hear him say. Irn Bru sheep (and black tile interstices from another post) blew me away