Richard and Judy fiasco.

Well, Richard and Judy have been and gone, and their little film on Phuckwhitt Hall was shown last night. I still think it was a good idea to have them here, despite everything. If only I had drunk a little less at dinner, perhaps I would have managed to resist sliding my hand up Judy's thigh under the table. Perhaps even more pertinently, in view of the current situation re the Leslie/Peter Mandelson/Michael Jackson photographs, it would have helped if Leslie could have resisted sliding his hand up Richards shapely leg. Neither of our overtures were at all welcome, and the couple stormed out, taking the film crew with them. Mrs Evans was most upset, as she had cooked a splendid meal, and had been promised a line of charlie by the cameraman by way of a thank you. Their piece, 'Pervert Hall' did not cast us at all in the light we had hoped for. Far from it. In fact, we are now besieged by the world's press, who are camped around the perimeter. We can't get out to the town for supplies without being asked about Peter. A few of our friends are rallying round, and trying to get fags etc into us. Protest singer Tom Robinson is one such; the darling man turned up this morning with milk bread and gaspers, and says that he's going to stay with us as long as the siege lasts. He is a dear and good man.