I once wrote the reasons for having the nervous breakdown 
I was proposing to indulge in. In one column the reasons 
for not having one were to go in the opposite column. The 
reasons for having the breakdown were difficult to 
establish. One of them was, the woman I think I'm in love 
with, though I wasn't so entirely sure that I was, had 
just told me that she was a lesbian and she has fallen in 
love with her woman psychiatrist, you may well laugh, I 
certainty did when I wrote it down in my "potential 
breakdown column" I felt better. The young woman in 
question then went on to have affairs with gay men, and I 
put it all down to her father who was a retired naval 
selling kit box car boots which only fot one more than a 
rover [?]. which was then withdrawn. Then there was her 
brother who had acquired so few life skills that he could 
only sell The Encyclopædia Britannica to the 
intellectually challenged. Well as a shade of gray, well 
I like gray it's a friendly, comforting color. and it was 
good enough for Jack Eddy. I went into Richmond today and 
everything looked delightfully gray and muted; gray faces 
smiled at me through the traffic fumes. I wouldn't swap 
this paradise for the Bahamas or a balmy day with ted, 
Ted is our security officer- former police officer- and 
ex-police master... ...hallways in King George Square.