Andrew J. Lederer

a guy did a story about sucking a cock for the first time, having gotten drunk and not fully remembered that he wasn't gay. (A true-life adventure, apparently.)

Someone asked if he was, in fact, gay and he replied that he would have said no but for the small matter of his having sucked that cock.. So, I brought up the old joke about how you lay a few bricks, nobody calls you a mason, you tell a kid some facts, nobody calls you a teacher, but suck one cock . . . Unfortunately, he couldn't hear me and thought I was offering him a second cock. (What would have happened if I was drunk?)

Later, Elise went on, which is why I was around, and was, I think, nervous but the audience responded to her warmly. I'd like to see her perform frequently enough to not care what happens when she's on stage; she was very relaxed on Radio Peckham today and she really is a natural.

When all you need is to relax, I think you're in pretty good shape.

Saw the big electric menorah in Trafalgar Square tonight and it seems England has developed greater sensitivity to her Jews in just a couple nights. (The correct number of lights were lit instead of all of them was the case the other night.)

I do like it here.

It's not a bad place to be a Jew.