Wow! The people of Cardiff gave me a rupturous welcome. They really seemed to dig my message - and I didn't hear any criticism of the New Economic Policy (the backing music drowned it out).

Who says the English are reactionary swines?

After the gig, a group of comedy actors called the Manic Street Teachers paid a call to my dressing room. They seemed like nice lads - except I couldn't understand much of what they were saying.

Dined on chips and gravy. Cloud formations in good order. This is somewhere I might retire to, when the whirligig of history lets me go!!!

Marlon has brought me this glass typewriter contraption. He says it is the new printing press of the masses! We shall see.

I cannot help but worry that it will simply become the magic lantern of the bourgeoisie.

Already he has told me about something known as Powerpoint, which freely uses so-called "bullets" to drive home the messages of capitalism in walnut-veneered boardrooms across the western world.

I will have nothing to do with it; nor its notorious "clip-joint art".

To Cardiff, England, for my next gig.