How true Greta, how true.
The lovely Buster is in town. He came over for Greta’s Swedish Meatballs last night and damn they were good, even if I do say so myself. I think I am actually getting quite a dab hand at cooking! And I dispute Greta’s own statement that “there is no one who would have me – I can’t cook. ”
Me and B had a long conversation in the pub about “getting the bends”. I was blathering on about how his namesake Buster Crabbe died in mysterious circumstances in a diving accident off the coast of Portsmouth. I must have been having false memory syndrome brought on by an excess of beer as I can find no evidence of this now I am sober.
Mind you, MY Buster will be pleased to hear that Crabbe not only played Flash Gordon but Tarzan too. AND Buck Rogers. What a hero.
Tonight I will meet with the Chaw-Bacon armed with a proposal. I have taken Veronica’s advice on board and decided exactly what I want from him. It does not involve attendance at social events…
