The crazy man is now on the corner outside the Dome. He’s probably looking in at me and thinking “there’s that crazy man from the hotel again. Sad man, always sits there drinking, drinking, drinking on his own all day. I wonder what his sad story is?” “With her typical elegance and erudition the great lady has managed to make the most enormous bollocks sound almost like a good idea.” Unparliamentary language! “I withdraw my bollocks. But I trust the image will linger in your minds”. Me debating with Najat Belkacem, in the chamber of the French parliament. “Yes, hide your face Madame Belkacem.” Just looking at black Brigit waiting to cross the road. Fantastic little figure she has.