Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I had a bizarre dream last night. I had written a book and wanted to use a Frida Kahlo painting on the jacket. But Madonna owned the painting as well as all rights to the image. I had to ask her for permission to use it at a reasonable price. She gave me an appointment and I found myself trying to convince her that my thesis was worth assisting in a four-minute slot between takes in a studio on Bayswater Road. I clearly have a desperate need to hobnob with the rich and famous. I'm the only celebrity in this village. Get me out of here!