Lumme!

I love this painting. It really speaks to me. This is one of dear Walter Sickert's finest and most misunderstood paintings. It shows Little Jo(e) being told that he's going to be placed in the care of gentle Walter, behind him his mother (Mary Kelley) is weeping, with joy because her son is going to be cared for and in despair because the Protestant vigilante mob is going to ' do her in'.

As I told you, I've spent the last few days with some lovely, rich and influential people. They all loved me. I'll be able to tell you more soon when my vicious libel hate stalker mob have been sullied and silenced by having their collars felt and caught in a fair cop. I urge you all to stay strong and have strength as it won't be long now before they are all siezed, shaken and shipped off to prison.

And last night, one of the happiest dreams I've experienced in a long while. Surrounded by family, friends and lovers- hugs and happiness in dreams, comfort and enjoyment throughout the days.

Then I woke up.

Alone. No family. No friends. No lovers.

All alone.

I wish you all the same piece of mind that I have. That's how much I love all my supporters. I want them all to have what I have. You'd better be suitably grateful if you know what's good for you.

This morning I had a good long talk to a very famous and influential artist who has some impressive contacts who. Earn. Millions. From. A. Single. Word. Sentence. Sorry. I. Mean. Painting.

Really. I'm not making this up. He had a sharp and gentle and pointed mind and it was good to chinwag with a fellow genius. I'm living proof that refutes the crazy = talent myth. He agreed with me wholeheartedly. That's how perceptive and smart he is. I told him all about my thesis and the massive conspiracy against me that involves MI5, a internet vendetta squad, The Oxford Mail and Special Branch.

He smiled ( a big huge grin of sheer pleasure at hearing something genuinely innovative and intellecual) at me and asked to know more. I'm forwarding him my thesis.

I feel a light tremor of fear , despite the evidence of new discovery speaking so clearly for itself, throughout my thesis. And, (I hope, ) presentation that allows for interesting research challenges (while refuting imbecile comment).

The sudden terrible thought that they'll fold their arms, stare me coldly in the face, and murmur 'u-tt-er crap.' They have all been merciless with Cornwell, rightly so, if I may say so.

But that's simply last minute nerves. :-)

They will love my thesis and will recognise me as a fellow genius.

Then I'll ask them (politely of course) if they would buy me a sandwich in the usual way.