LEIGH MALTBY I was at a club last night. After a few minutes proping up the bar with a G & T in one hand, a cigar in the other, an impulse came over me to make a move over to the dance floor. Suddenly I found a girls toungue halfway down my throat. This animal magnetism seems to get me into scrapes all the time. Though it may seem extrodinary, these carnel instincts seem to throw my mind into diverse dimensions of conceptual & metaphysical thought that inspires my artistic life. I'm writing this because since this incident it's all that's been on my mind. The outcome of it is that she's coming round to my flat tonight