Toronto

I am presently living a live version of a Starsky and Hutch episode. Somewhere in the vast suburbia of Toronto I lie in wait on the eighteenth floor. I have yet to hear spoken english in this part of the world although I did venture to the Royal Ontario Museum which was supposedly recently updated and revamped. Well...it's got a brand new glass front...but I went to see the Roman stuff and it's not open!! Then I went to a great music shop on Bloor Street but everything shuts at five!!!
I'll just head back to the land of sirens...It's quite surreal.

EEErk...

Gremlins in the computer. It is impossible to find out the time here because there is only one clock in the house apart from ones that are part of a digital screen...which means they rarely tell the right time because of all the power cuts. The grandfather clock leaning against the sofa is sadly waiting to leave. It does not like being here. I have my father's watch somewhere. The computer says it is four in the afternoon but it keeps switching itself to GMT.

Oh well, Henry and his invisible wife arrived next door last night. It turns out this morning that Henry cannot remember where he left his car last night. Nor is he sure of what make it is. He usually finds it somewhere near the local brothel (His words, not mine).

Que hora es?