Wednesday 30th July 1808

....to see a man in a wig.....
One aspect of London which is hard for a country gentleman to become accustomed to, is the noise! The hustle and bustle is fairly continuous and oh, how those cockneys can shout! I barely slept for all the passing rabble rousing that went on throughout the night. Why one must yell from ones saddle, in the middle of the night, about the size of ones 'Christmas crackers' I shall never know...and we are still in July!
After rising, Mr McVay had business to attend to in Deptford so I ventured to Bethnal Green to call upon Old Dick Jones, an acquaintance and confidant of many years, who had recently had the misfortune to trip over a dog which resulted, quite horrifyingly, in an extended stay in the midlands. Happily, he has pulled through and it was a joy to catch up on old times and hear news of his big brother.
The afternoon was spent in the company of another acquaintance from years past, Anna Sasin. We talked of mutual friends but discovered sadly, it seems, all are now dead, some in quite mysterious circumstances. We wandered the market at Covent Garden for some time and then she asked if I would accompany her down some dark, deserted alley but I had to leave to reconvene with Mr McVay at Greenwich for an evening with the celebrated and diminutive Kyle Minoogle.
"Do you fancy a little S and M first?" Mr McVay enquired of me. I was somewhat alarmed initially but as it transpired it was simply 'sausage and mash'. No one appreciates a hearty sausauge like Mr McVay.
What a fop and a popinjay! Mr Minoogle must have changed his attire, some six times, throughout the evening and wore a variety of differing wigs. His reception was greeted with some hysteria and many standing close by chanted along with his calls for 'No More Rain'.
"Come into my world! On a night like this, your disco needs you! " They chorused. I was shocked by the power but, overall, I found the whole thing a little 'slow'.