Now I'm listening to Windy City, a West End flop with a wonderful score. I knew Dick Vosburgh, who wrote its book and lyrics and A Day in Hollywood Night in the Ukraine. He wasn't a bad lyricist, but I find some of them too raunchy and smarmy. He was responsible for all the lies from the Announcer for the BBC broadcast of my Cole Porter reconstruction of Jubilee, and I never forgave him or Ian Marshall Fisher, the producer, for fucling me over. Footlights sells a bootleg of that broadcast, so the lies get passed around too much for my taste.