The View from the Quai Voltaire

Beer and smoke with Darlene yesterday afternoon, being joined by Kimchee the mad Korean geisha-wannabe, who brought the smoke (which was dynamite), and seems irresistibly drawn to me (because I'm male and the same age she is): a boring, let-me-entertain-you nuisance, with no real conversation, but her pot is top-notch. Darlene and I managed to have a nice little talk around her: "Patty (Patterson--Mrs. Parsnip) and Peter (Piffle) are married. You can't have one without the other any more. If they haven't had coitus they are about to." [To which Marcus added something really unspeakable about "fore-play" when I told him of it later.] Then I asked Darlene if I might play her keyboard, and, leaving Kimchee in full monologue, went into the back room and let loose on one of the late Haydn sonatas in A-Flat; when I came out again Kimchee was gone.