Jim Morrison: "fat dead guy in a bath"

Thoughts that came to me in the night:

• I've never been the kind of date to shave legs over.

• Kids are full of joy, but we soon put a stop to that.

• I've decided to do myself in.

I've rigged the phone up so that the next time it rings, it'll kill me.

Triggered by the telephone's infantile whine, a simple system of pulleys, levers and circuits robbed from the innards of the TV, the radio, and a fishing kit I found in the loft, will transform the armchair into the instrument of my death.

It takes me several days to come to the conclusion that I don't know enough people for the plan to succeed. And no one I know has access to a telephone, at least no one who knows where I am.

Is this wild dream of space, the breaking shell,
man, to free, at last, your dreaming soul?

Aline Carter (1892 -1972): Doubt Not the Dream

A bottle of Lucozade and Vodka floats home. I'm passing harmlessly melancholy songs at the windows of the flats on the high street. As long as I don't have to go home and watch Eastenders I'll survive.

Beside the phone: the pewter jug in which they kept the safety pin he'd swallowed when he was six, rescued from the pan

A group of local kids offer to beat me to death, but their hands are too small to do any permanent damage.

"How many times have you seen some skinny mother with her ale-bellied slob husband? It's so standard nowadays that most people don't even see it. But it is pure slavery."

Julian Cope

On Tuesday, I am hit by a car. But the driver doesn't hang around long enough to finish the job off. The force of the collision seems to push my consciousness out of the back of me, and out into the air, where I can see several of my teeth, scattered symbolically on the pavement next to my head.

"Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since. "

Edith Sitwell

He played the villain, in this movie, about the life of a villain. He came to town to sign autographs. Confusing fiction and reality, several dozen locals proceeded to hang him, by the neck, from the nearest lamp post, until he was dead. All charges were dropped.

I was so small and vulnerable
and you were only beautiful

Lush

This morning, stepping out of the power house, I was hit by a woman driving a car. Fortunately for me, she was only driving one of those immobility scooters, and only doing about 4 miles an hour. But she drove over me anyway. I lay there dazed for about twenty minutes, every bad thing that had ever happened to me came cueing up around me, taking it in turns to drench me. I was eventually saved by Scott Walker as he came inching around the corner, singing.

"It's a beautiful night, yeah..."

Call me.

Rollo