-It was a drizzly Tuesday. -Okay.

It was a drizzly night. I remember I asked the taxi to wait.

Whenever I get grim and spleenful... whenever I feel like knocking people's hats off in the street... whenever it's a damp, drizzly November in my soul...

Standing around on cold, drizzly nights... waiting for famous people to give you a cursory glance... a moment of their time, perhaps, if they take pity on you.