Sunday, May 20, 2012
Late last night we had a stand-up snack at Conchita’s. Keith had words with Conchita’s daughter. He wanted the chili rilienos. In due course a plate of devilled plutonium was set before him. It bubbled audibly, and gave off thick plumes of ebony and silver. I was reminded of the splattings and belchings of Sulphur Springs, in St Lucia (land of Thelonius’s fathers). Keith took a matter-of-fact first mouthful and stood there with smoke coming out of his nose and asked me to give him money. M. Amis, London Fields