The Architect
jack has stopped playing
piano so much. the house takes up
all of his time. he designed
the refit. all these ideas, I joke,
that other people wouldn’t
let him do on his jobs to their houses.
he wants to prove his ideas are all
good ideas, and so he is going
to live in them. I don’t think I’d like
much to live in a house of ideas.
he’s been doing it now for three years.
recently I went and he’d tiled the whole
kitchen in smokey black subway, and this little
alcove as well by the door. I am glad now
that I’m not an architect. if you go out the south-
facing garden you can see the whole thing: all glass
like a cross-section skull. I think I preferred
his piano. he was very good. could do elton
john and paul simon
blindfold with interesting turns.