Rem Evil Ways!

Tuesday
Taking anything which disturbs your central nervous system is a complete no-no when it comes to progressing in this juju. If you're not going to meditate before going to sleep - which you should! - you can get away with having maybe three bottles of Erdinger or eating a wee bit of soapbar ... not enough of anything to have much effect the next morning.

Falling occasionally into open graves and carousing in general with flatheids is very bad indeed. Doing that for a couple of nights in a row is ... well, it's really a terrible blight on ra bliss. Basically, it probably comes under the heading of greed. Greed, anger and ignorance are all to be diminished somehow.

My latest cunning plan was to be so skint for the last two weeks of the month that I couldn't afford to be bad, and I am right now cashless.

Just about all social engagements are regarded as obstacles to me these days. I only socialise with flatheids with bad habits. The only joe I know who doesn't drink, smokes like a lum.

Froggy McDuck is coming to see me on Friday night, all the way from the South of France. His brother Beef will probably show up as well. Brian Wilson is teetotal in comparison to this crowd.

Just say no, Hotboy! I'd have to leave the country, Jack. I'm like a rabbit in the headlights right now. I need flatheid repellant. Oh well. Once more into the breach, dear friends. I'll stay straight and sober till Friday and then just wait and see.

The London Book Fair is on at the moment. If I only had a grand, I could be a millionaire! If I only had a grand, I could spend six weeks of the summer at the Samye Ling. I haven't been there for nearly a year. Flatheid respite!