No New News! The band of street prostitutes, church goers, and Bishops carry on taking turns in either presenting me by acting out as me, as prostitutes, people of ill repute or reporting on my said goings on. I try to sleep. Amidst all this they carry on a Mcdonald/Kinnear half friendly, half terrifying banter. “Tell me, come on, just how do you get to up there!” I say I don't know now, “I'd have to go there!” Its been a long time. “Tell us how...