I am visiting Jimmy Savile. He is old and ill. His chauffeur is with us, Andy. We have coffee and cake. The cake is space-cake. I am very stoned. Jimmy goes to bed, and Andy goes to pick up some of my work colleagues, who are coming over for a party.
Before they arrive, I wander round Jimmy’s house. There’s a huge hanger, covered inside with transparent, yet iridescent plastic, a small bathroom, with dangerous electrical wiring, and a run down outhouse, where I lay in bed with a twenty-something woman.
She says she loves me, but that I’m too old, and too fat. This makes me sad, but I’d rather it was said now rather than later.
Andy returns with more people. I explain how stoned we all are.