Jan 23rd

An easy start to day, driving over to Thame and another three hour session with Tom. He is good company, really enjoys the lessons and is pretty competent. All in all the three hours pass pretty quickly.
After that it's S in Aylesbury. An equally nice guy, though he is really hard going. He conspires to make even the simplest things look extraordinarily difficult He tries really hard and never looses heart, but he always seems to be near breaking point.
In the news, shares are up down, soaring booming, crashing in europe, recovering in asia, on the brink in the states, better in the UK, on the up in europe. It must be mayhem, but I bet the bastards who still make their millions whichever way they head are having a right laugh.
In the space of two days, we've gone from everyone telling us that it was tighten yer belts time but no real problem, to "recession inevitable, can we avoid a depression?" The word "slump" has yet to enter stage left. I give it two days.
My personal recession seems to be nearing it's end. Bookings are rolling in. They are not ideal, one in Oxford, one in Watford and a new girl in Maidenhead. Still better than earning £7 an hour intermittently.
Tom mentioned the demise of an Aussie film star.... Heath someone. An old fashioned death in stardom... overdose of sleeping pills. The first I heard of him was hs death.
I think I am one of the most succesful people I know in avoiding celebdom. I've heard the names, but I honestly know very little about them.
Cameron Diaz is one of my faves. I have know idea if it's a he or a she. Likewise Drew Barrymore. If Britney Spears walked into the room I swear to God I wouldn't have a clue who she was. Likewise Kate Moss. Could have said the same about Brad Pitt until a few months ago, but Sophie has watched a couple of his offerings recently. Could do Tom Cruise without too much difficulty, Nicole Kidman most definitely, would probably be able to pick out Kylie in a crowd. I have heard a bit about a new sleb recently. Lidsay Lohan, though I have not the first clue as to what she's famous for.
Bought 2 dozen oysters at lunchtime. When H got home it transpired she had been out to lunch, and wasn't hungry, so I gorged myself, and still left some over for tomorrow.
Decided to give H a late night treat. Not that, can't recall the last time intimacy took place. I put on a film I'd recorded. "Creep," an after the last train gorefest on the London underground. It was gorey, but pretty obvious, but suffice to say she was in torment throughout and couldn't sleep after it so ended up watching Oz v India until the wee small hours.