Don't throw your shoe at me

Imelda Marcos visited the bookstore last night. She came marching up to my counter and demanded to know why a cookbook she’d bought the day before had since been marked down by 40 per cent and she had been “tricked” into paying full price. Was furious and told me how the auction house Sotheby’s did exactly the same thing when she was buying “jewels” from them… Okay, so it wasn’t Imelda but looked just like her and had the attitude to match, and she really did make the remark about her jewels. We haven’t had any real celebs at the store since we’ve been there, except David Lynch, who was hawking his new book, a self-help transcendental meditation thing that talks about his admiration for rotting flesh, among other inspirational tidbits. I missed his book signing but apparently he was very charming and had a fantastical quiff hairstyle.

Slice of Lime

I have been trying to upload a photo of Lime, Vodka and other San Francisco icons to the site but I’m a techno-moron. Lime appreciates the emails re. his wellbeing and all around fabulousness. He has recovered from the latest round of fisticuffs with Vodka and is just now napping in his sand bowl. He is supposed to rub the sand through his hair to control his fur oils but he mostly uses it as a loo.

Just heard...

Bono was in the Bay Area today -- in Oakland. We work in West Oakland. In the past seven or eight weeks we have barely missed appearances by Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama and Al Gore. Crapit.