Topical Ingredients: Sartre’s ‘No Exit,’ breaking the seal on humour, ratio of unsolicited to solicited advice & opinions & sex, the audacity and risk of asking, sleeping in until nearly dawn, Tew’s days & not getting the hang of them. Dadaism does not exist, it never existed. Dadaism is a lie. Dadaism is life, is art, is soul, is everything. Dadaism contains all. Dadaism cannot be contained. Dadaism is in and on TV. Dadaism will not be televised. Video killed the Radio Dada star, when all we wanted was Radio Dada. If you have to ask ‘what’s Dada?’ you’ll never know. Dada is a bore. Dada is dead. Long live Dada. Amanda Effin’ Palmer is the fairest bird-of-paradise. She excites my rhythm, probably needs more sleep, and may be a myth. I think I saw her once lurking suspiciously behind a piano. After the cabaret fencing was finished. I was on guard and in grief, so my memory of this time is patchy and hole-y.