Deployment

Certainly the week didn't conclude with industry witnessed earlier. I read at the barber shop this frigid morning. Somehow images from White's Sydney felt at odds with single digits of wind chill outside.

Throughout my day which stretched through myriad locales, a constant was registered: Ackroyd's attention to revue, that demi vaudeville of the cockney streets was affected throughout. Only Roger has an ear for the penny melody and I am intrigued if somewhat removed from the immediate.

The bio of White also arrived today, sadly just as the holiday was dismantling its tent.