tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40818012012-02-16T11:00:36.431Zunder another sunbeing the blogged observations of Peter Kenny since 2003Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.comBlogger26331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-66562993313040245522012-02-15T23:40:00.000Z2012-02-16T11:00:36.441ZHard tasks Spent the day working on my business proposition and portfolio, and veering between wild optimism and gloom. Had a long chat with Mike (who I used to fondly refer to as The Gnome when he was for several years my trusty art director) about life and times. He had a big year last year with his marriage breaking up, and a house move and so on.Lorraine on the desk next to mine working Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-62036285724696525652012-02-14T23:25:00.001Z2012-02-15T11:06:33.067ZYou've got mailDownstairs to make Lorraine and I a cup of tea and found a romantic and copious cat poo on the carpet courtesy of fat Basil. I fed the cats, which Brian sicked up afterwards. Between I gave Lorraine her Valentine's card and a scarf and rose, and received a nice card of amorous owls.A lethargic start to the day, but I had to quickly get my ducks in a row and walk in to the BBC on Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-15783514120527241222012-02-14T17:29:00.004Z2012-02-14T17:41:52.842ZWas on the Alison Ferns show for Valentine's day on BBC Sussex and Surrey. My wee bit starts at 36 minutes.Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-36611447259270187532012-02-13T23:36:00.001Z2012-02-14T15:52:58.478ZSlugs and a lightbulb momentA sluggish start to the week. I woke up having slept the sleep of the dead. Neither Lorraine nor I felt the need to spring from bed. Lorriane on half term, but is spending the days preparing for the interview at the end of the week. I gradually felt more energetic as the day progressed. Popped out to buy a pressie and card and a wee rose which I hid out the back for Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-75392919381089655062012-02-12T23:46:00.000Z2012-02-13T17:10:49.471ZAnd relaxWoke up late due to cat plaguing. I got up eventually and made breakfast. Lorraine rather delicate. He simply made it to the sofa and complained about having problems with maintaining verticality. Mum--rather astonishingly--was bright as a button. Betty and her pal Laura appeared at around noon, and then after lots of cheery chat, ended up going upstairs and watching Harry Potter movies Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-30578361684517391102012-02-11T23:47:00.001Z2012-02-14T16:04:02.079ZMatt and Pete's Big Night OutSo the day of the Pollard & Kenny Clameur launch. Betty back this morning full of pep, armed with gifts of an unusual beer, and for me a large letter P made of chocolate from her trip to the low countries. After breakfast, Betty and I popped around to Masquerade where I hired a smart grey jacket with tails (although Betty and I assessed several others including gold Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-12927686415745873602012-02-10T23:41:00.000Z2012-02-13T16:40:24.923ZiPad envyStill feeling rather rough. Not the ideal prelude for tomorrow, so mainly I sat about rehearsing with the recording or simply sleeping.In the evening, Lorraine and I babysat for Klaudia and Oskar. Oskar sitting with Lorraine and Klaudia showing me Anton's iPad. I love the iPad. We played lots of games on it including chess, a Hello Kitty Game, a Where's Wally game and a few others. Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-34702297800176644312012-02-09T23:13:00.001Z2012-02-10T09:48:35.614ZQueasyGah! Ambushed by what I hope is a 24 hour nausea bug. Ankle throbby too. Not ideal, but better to get them out of the way now than on Saturday. Sent apologies to Matt with whom I was not able to celebrate his birthday and slept heavily this afternoon, with stomach surging.Sonia the cleaner around today, and I absented myself for a lurk in the park, where I sat in the cafe working on poems.Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-61098480119923335982012-02-08T23:27:00.000Z2012-02-09T08:11:15.264ZRehearsals and RadioI had a productive day. Was called up by the BBC and I have been invited on to the local radio on Valentine's day to talk about the album. Nice to feel that some of the promotional effort I have been putting in is paying off. Also worked on poems in a way that didn't disfigure them.Lorraine working from home mostly today, and she had Rosie around tonight and cooked a mid week Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-49966170088201398362012-02-07T23:32:00.001Z2012-02-08T09:06:24.674ZCat in the doghouseBasil the fat cat in the doghouse this morning as it had pooped indoors for the last two nights. Basil won't or can't use the catflap and we have been poking her outside at regular intervals but this method seems not to be working. Lorraine not pleased to be coming downstairs to such a catastrophe.Nice to be sitting up on the mezzanine level with Lorraine, who was working from Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-67925322688578732812012-02-06T23:53:00.000Z2012-02-07T11:13:30.349ZPoet and PianoOff this morning to Glen's house where Fingers and I got down to business right away rehearsing the new pieces which we are going to play on Saturday. These are Ophelia and Kafka, the second and third parts of "Three Portraits for Poet and Piano". Both short pieces utterly excellent, and Glen and I found our way through them quickly.Met Dipak for coffee this afternoon in the MarwoodPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-23184002547823373792012-02-05T23:50:00.001Z2012-02-06T09:09:52.165ZZen beansLiving in a pocket of rain, for just a wee bit up the hill from the Old Church Hall snow had settled. L and I went for a drive today along the slushy roads to pick up wine for the concert next week. The Downs were snowy and whiting out in the distance. Rather beautiful. Feeling much improved today, less achy and with a good deal more energy. Lorraine doing some steady work. Calliope Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-82410594438851808102012-02-04T23:28:00.001Z2012-02-05T16:41:03.888ZThe big sleepNarcoleptic morning, achy and unable to get out of bed. Neurotic about being ill before my concert next week, I decided to hermetically seal myself indoors and take it easy. Lorraine, who of course is really ill, did the same. I also biffed a night out with the Music boys I had planned, which was a shame.A cheery seeming Cath popped by for a cup of cocoa and a chat. Lorraine spoke Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-36012404367942061272012-02-03T23:07:00.002Z2012-02-05T12:49:38.865ZDreams and distant genesWoke up after an incredibly complex dream at around five thirty with the detailed basis for a completely new story in my head. Had to crawl out of bed to write it all down before it melted back into the ether.Lorraine working from home today, and it was nice to sit side by side up in the study. I had some agency work this morning, which I biffed through and then spent muchPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-49645606583199142772012-02-02T23:32:00.000Z2012-02-03T16:30:15.193ZSausages At my desk to do some agency work which was bumped at the last minute. After some general admin, oofed off to the gym for an intensive workout. I am definitely fitter than I have been but I remain a fat bloke. Poor Lorraine is still hoarse and coldy so I cooked for her and installed her on the sofa before I went in the evening off in the cold to see Ross in the Shakespeare's Head for a Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-6774076272803904232012-02-01T23:18:00.001Z2012-02-02T10:30:55.162ZToy museumCarrying on in much the same vein yesterday during the day, albeit more menaced at my desk by bored and puckish felines avoiding the cold outside. Later I found myself in Brighton's Toy and Model Museum on Trafalgar Street. Having lived about 100 yards away from it for many years it was about time I popped in, now that I had moved further away. More Meccano sets, Hornby model railways Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-34594902287690341562012-01-31T23:31:00.001Z2012-02-01T09:32:30.744ZBackstreet PicassoBrain in a fog first thing, but this soon dispelled. Had talked to Toby about Equador and other things the night before, and had a curiously bad night and woke up having had a vivid dream about doing parkour down over a series of tiered gardens, and ending up talking to Boris Johnson, the Mayor of London, about transport. I told him that transport should be free in our Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-16560439120524278992012-01-30T22:44:00.004Z2012-01-31T09:15:10.044ZBeetling aboutAnother bitty beetling about day. Had a much needed haircut, from my excellent new barbers, a distinct improvement on the previous walrus-faced one. Pleasantly chatty and intelligent. The one cutting my hair was a school Governor, with a passion for photography and geography. After this, dropped some posters off with Marion at the Unitarian Church discussing the prospect of snow onPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-17651383646771386012012-01-29T23:14:00.000Z2012-01-30T15:39:09.333ZShakey in the eveningA pleasant day. Felt cheery just walking off to Arkwrights this morning to buy some bacon and eggs. Meditating on how happiness can be found in small things, such as a walk to nearby shops on a Sunday morning. Nothing happened of any consequence, and the short walk is not a lovely one. Breakfast with Betty. She makes Lorraine laugh lots, which is nice to see. Beth trying to Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-1507670993844987872012-01-28T23:04:00.001Z2012-01-31T08:54:09.815ZA night with the KyngsLorraine up to Kingston on a trip with Beth and Rosie to do some shopping. I however was feeling a little coldy so took the opportunity to lie low watching football and having a Larry Sanders fest. I have not almost viewed the whole thing, and I really like it.In the evening off to see The Sumerian Kyngs at a boozer called The Horse and Groom. As Brighton's leading Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-61453141427357799772012-01-27T23:09:00.002Z2012-01-28T12:17:30.379ZNipping aboutNipping about town with purpose sending concert invites, a few CDs, picking up posters, dropping in on Anna to leave a present for Klaudia, leaving the CD for Alison Fearns at the local BBC, and generally being about my business. Anna's house covered in scaffolding and the roof being removed, Anna apprehensive about the forecasted cold snap sans roof. Nice to have a chat with Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-91351486705984738832012-01-26T23:02:00.001Z2012-01-27T09:23:33.463ZHail and heartyBuzzing around town today. Beautiful blue skied day after the morning rain stopped, interrupted by hail from a single humongous cloud. Had a long chat with Sophie.Into Resident Records to discuss them taking CDs (unlikely I'd say) got my specs fixed after I squished them carrying in boxes of CDs the other day, then met Dipak for coffee in the Marwood to discuss music in a sagaciousPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-75032841656412792612012-01-25T23:08:00.000Z2012-01-26T11:03:21.998ZLost in tweakingLow key day spent tweaking a poster for the launch concert. I can get happily lost in design work, look up from the screen and discover that hours have flown by. Though spoke to Mum a couple of times. Mason has a throaty infection and is on antibiotics which space him out.Gym again. A bad day for communication. Attempts to contact people failed.Lorraine home early today, and we Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-91093979048910811702012-01-24T23:00:00.000Z2012-01-25T09:56:44.395ZWhat a difference a day makesRain gouting from the sky I, however, was cheery. In the morning a thundering on the door heralded the arrival of a pallet of CDs. And not just any CD, my CD. They look as well as I could have hoped, and sound great. Matt called around in the afternoon for coffee and to take some. Both feeling quietly proud.Also I have been in touch with The Sussex Beacon an aids carePeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-73775091045820162062012-01-23T23:08:00.001Z2012-01-24T10:39:55.748ZLooking for perspectiveGetting things out of proportion today. The image of a chess player kept coming to mind. I felt I have been stroking my chin considering my next move against an enigmatic opponent. The gym helps a great deal. Otherwise all my doings seem like a hill of beans. All quiet on on the copywriting front despite the Taxman required necessity to keep busy. Unable to concentrate on Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-9300566180455149092012-01-22T23:56:00.000Z2012-01-23T11:26:46.363ZSlow SundayA slow breakfast, juicer out and a foamy sort of celery, carrot and apple drink. I had sardines on toast, which Lorraine erroneously maintains is not a breakfast food at all.Lorraine working hard most of the day. I had the luxury of getting my poetry files into focus. I had duplicated files, and files with different versions and it had all got out of control and took hours to sort out.Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-408388272824795152012-01-21T23:26:00.002Z2012-01-23T11:46:05.713ZNo dragLorraine off to get a haircut in Hove. I walked with her and found a cafe and sat happily tinkering with a poem for an hour or so with a big mug of coffee. First time I have done anything like this for ages. Thought about Toby sitting in Creama cafe Toronto.Later Lorraine arrived with excellent hair, and we shot off to buy a present for Klaudia whose 8th birthday is imminent. Also L and I Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-2555810890849463502012-01-20T23:08:00.000Z2012-01-22T15:41:22.498ZThe cringe before the stormSending off listings and press releases for our launch concert. All beginning to happen now, the introverted sub-personality hidden inside me is cringing already about the preening and prancing about I will be subjecting it to. To the gym for more manful striving. In the evening to The Dyke Tavern, which used to be an unwelcoming hole best avoided, but is now quite Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-75505999129917320922012-01-19T23:09:00.000Z2012-01-20T10:01:40.639ZSlicesA bitty start to the day with my work Porlocked by Brian savaging Basil for no good reason, the cleaner Sonia sternly going about her business, and loquacious men from the YMCA coming to collect an old wardrobe, bookcase and an enormous CD rack abberation I bought a few years ago. Lorraine came home for a turkey soup lunch, and we left together to walk into town. L for a coaching session, Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-61210525491276713022012-01-18T23:14:00.001Z2012-01-19T09:56:19.172ZJobs at handCheerier despite the grey rain outside, and I felt lucky to be doing websites, a press release, and emailing the CD production company indoors rather than standing on some God forsaken train platform. Also thinking about a new short piece of poetry and music with Matt. Decided it pays not to listen to the news. It is a wall-to-wall gloomfest, no wonder they call it a depression. Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-8412557861059246402012-01-17T23:12:00.001Z2012-01-17T23:12:00.771ZBears and catsFelt nervy this morning. I woke from a dream about being in a bleak land of huge clawing bears. Signed off the artwork for 'Clameur' and signed a confidentiality agreement for the new people I may be working with, plus attended to several less glamorous chores. Took myself to the gym, which helped a great deal.L and I have taken to putting Basil outside to lose some weight as it is Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-44716605943764549542012-01-16T23:14:00.002Z2012-01-17T08:39:25.424ZUnifiedFound myself having to write a CV for the first time in ages to send off to my new potential client. Also chatted to mum who had had a medical test on her bones, but all was well.In the afternoon off to the Unitarian Church to meet Matt and have a squint around as we are going to launch our CD there. It is bang in the centre of Brighton near the theatre royal, and across the road from the Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-21336772919090241952012-01-15T23:44:00.000Z2012-01-16T10:10:00.380ZGobbleLorraine finally sent off her application and self assessment materials that will form the basis for her head teacher final interview. Now it's just getting herself organised for the interview board next month. I am looking forward to time when she is not working continuously.Off to the gym to celebrate. Lorraine's first time for a while. She had a swim and a cross trainer session. I pushedPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-84043631337604072452012-01-14T23:47:00.001Z2012-01-15T10:09:25.727ZHappy house dayFinally Lorraine and I had time to do house things and hang pictures and going about the important business of moving a picture a foot to the left, and hanging some others. We had a great mess cull too. All this immensely satisfying. We went shopping for fish food flakes and on the way home up a couple of hundred yards away from where we live, and found the exact bookcase/storage Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-48963279813187076262012-01-13T22:17:00.001Z2012-01-15T09:47:14.748ZTaxedGreatly enjoyed not zooming up to London today, but up early nevertheless. The day shadowed by the realisation that I had made a stuid error and completely misread my tax position sent me by my accountant a few months ago. I realised my bill is much larger than I had anticipated. The reason being I am paying last year's tax in arrears, but tax for this year is being paid currently in two Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-39660317614862229492012-01-12T23:47:00.001Z2012-01-23T11:55:55.725ZLife resumesUp and off again. A day of finishing off the pitch work, a line here, a line there. Most of the work done by 2 o'clock and I went with First Matie (who was pleased to return to the normality of work after going to her grandfather's funeral) Karam and Keith out to lunch in a pub. Karam and I chatting about India on the way home, as he'd only recently returned. Had showed me some photosPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-51450460186529010292012-01-11T23:31:00.002Z2012-01-13T08:47:28.617ZPitch blurAll about the work again today. I quite enjoyed being back in a full blown pitch frenzy, and working with Keith especially, but all the other folks too. Designers hunched over their Macs producing a huge amount of work based on our overarching concepts: iPod aps, adverts, brochures, mocked up websites and so on, which meant writing copy lines for them. Home after 10 again, which was Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-63784333336537898272012-01-10T23:39:00.000Z2012-01-11T18:45:35.510ZPitching inOff to London at 7 and worked hard on the pitch all day. This meant finalising concepts, writing lots of bits and pieces for various executions of the concepts Keith and I had. Snuck off at lunch to buy a pot of wild rice and Thai curry for lunch. Listening to several Andrew Marr Start the Week podcasts on the train. Arrived home at 10:00 and ate some pasta, rather tired. Lorraine Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-63201052689653475802012-01-08T23:02:00.002Z2012-01-09T22:37:33.308ZA long returnUp and feeling fairly fresh. Went downstairs to watch some of the original Scooby doo from 1969 with Oskar and Anton and later Klaudia, the story exactly the same in each episode, but none the worse for that. Once everyone was up, we sloped back down to The Coast for a huge breakfast. Sat drinking coffee afterwards and David showed Lorraine and I photos of his recent art exhibition. Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-63985727891189534312012-01-07T23:37:00.002Z2012-01-09T22:59:02.112ZFolly by waterQuite refreshed this morning. To The Coast for 11, after a leisurely breakfast with everyone. Suddenly found myself buying lots of new clothes in a sudden spending spree, but actually getting real bargains and enjoying the experience as I have been feeling a bit raggedy.Met up with Anna's clan and we all went to the harbour, in an event organised by Luke we all climbed aboard two Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-70699748581929575982012-01-06T23:13:00.004Z2012-01-09T22:42:59.342ZRed Jet over dark waterAfter rushing away from work – a day I found quite demanding – tubed down to Waterloo, from where I caught a fast train to Southampton where I met Lorraine. Finished reading Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller while I was at it. Interesting play.We got the Red Jet catamaran over to Cowes in the Isle of Wight. Felt great to be speeding across the Solent sipping a bottle Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-64125905459622613972012-01-04T23:52:00.000Z2012-01-05T14:06:40.944ZJuggling spidersUp to London, feeling twitchy. Had woke in the night feeling anxious too. Made it to work without incident however. Lunch with Keith and Matty boy. In the evening off to Mum and Mason's. Treacherous burst of rain just before I reached them. Ben there too, which was nice. And it was good to dry my trousers by the fire. Cheery glasses of wine with Mum, Mas and Ben. A spider let Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-889478334953259302012-01-03T23:33:00.002Z2012-01-09T22:27:32.895ZDark startUp to London. Archetypal start to the year. As I always say, January is the Monday of the year, and it was raining and dark when I left home, becoming grey with glum-looking commuters shuttling up to London. Reading the Guardian and looking out of the window noticing how much the Shard has moved on, rearing up and piercing the sky near completion. Work surprisingly enjoyable, doing Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-44113256968625432682012-01-02T23:33:00.000Z2012-01-03T12:55:40.246ZWork and leisureBeautiful sunny morning, out and about briefly in Brighton first thing, and then spent much of the day working on this kind of thing in preparation for the album launch in Feb. Lorraine working on another thing to do with her headship. L and I seem to have worked hard all through the holiday. Betty went back to Kingston today, and Lorraine drove her up in the afternoon and Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-79869961756359330672012-01-01T21:41:00.003Z2012-01-02T21:52:37.094ZThe joy of rats and rainAnd on the first day the rain came. Mostly unrelenting rain, and a perfect day to stay indoors nursing a slight hangover and watching old movies, which is precisely what Lorraine and I did. A gentle pause before the onslaught of the year. I learned to play What becomes of the broken hearted on my guitar. Lorraine cooked a gorgeous roast pork, and I slumped on my butt for Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-52959619994929760042011-12-31T23:19:00.000Z2012-01-01T13:45:00.443ZNYEA day of work today, helping Lorraine with her ghastly head teacher stuff, and working on building a new website for AnotherSun Recordings. Went to the gym this afternoon, was there for an hour. I am officially festively plump, and am keenly anticipating more rational eating and drinking. Chelsea lost again today. But the workout was good and New Year's Eve had to be attended to. Went to the Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-83941045568633125932011-12-30T23:47:00.000Z2011-12-31T09:15:28.592ZOn reflectionMum's birthday today, had a nice chat with her and Mas and invited myself over to see them next week when I am working up in London. Both sounded cheerful.Lorraine working all day on her head teacher business, and I worked all day on websites and designing publicity for the CD launch concert. All quite companionable sitting side by side up in the mezzanine office. We broke off only Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-64412114990030286762011-12-29T23:33:00.002Z2011-12-30T15:53:59.641ZGoody four shoesThank Christ at last I was able to upload information for the PPL for the CD. When I was able to do it, the upload took under two seconds. To get to that point had taken me well over two weeks of frustration and teeth gnashing. Back to the gym. Felt good to be doing at least something to balance the festive pie-eating booze swilling frenzy. Afterwards after a hasty gym shower Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-9036851270763086572011-12-28T23:34:00.000Z2011-12-30T15:33:12.612ZCluelessJust Lorraine and I at home today. Lorraine sadly continuing to beaver away on her head teacher course, and I helped her a little. Then I flew my new shooting Nazi aircraft game on the Wii, and I watched some Larry Sanders shows, which are utterly brilliant. Like Frazier, all the pieces were in place when the show kicked off. Lorraine and I just enjoying hanging out together. In the Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-25577845625730696302011-12-27T23:02:00.000Z2011-12-28T09:18:43.344ZZonk outDiet gradually returning to normal, with quorn sausages this morning to start. Pat and Maureen driven off to the station at noon. I am rocking a Donnegal Tweed cap at the moment, and Pat has given me a few insightful cap-wearer's hints such as to leave your cap in your coat pocket when you're visiting someone. Fond farewells.Then off to see The Gandeys, nice to see Richard and Glenda, andPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-68190985565661155382011-12-26T23:14:00.003Z2011-12-30T11:12:58.921ZA shot in the darkAnother large breakfast, and then a walk to the sea for mum and I, giving us time to chat. Lorraine drove Pat, Maureen and Betty to the sea and we met them there. The sea slightly rough and lovely, and Beth and Pat bought a selection of seafood and tucked in. Then Mum and I wandered back home, and the others drove. Later we dropped Mum and Mas back at the station and, despite Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-8377677943765990852011-12-25T23:19:00.001Z2011-12-29T12:09:23.308ZChristmas DayUp and at ‘em. Salmon and scrambled eggs, and Bucks Fizz for breakfast. Then struggling to weigh the turkey on defective scales. Once this accomplished Lorraine forcing cranberry and herby butter under its skin and into the oven it went. We dragooned everyone, especially Mason, into helping to prepare the mounds of vegetables which were all cooked in their various ways. Mum and Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-83102570547089772952011-12-24T23:50:00.000Z2011-12-27T12:14:26.941ZCandles at ChristmasUp and at 'em today. Lots of things to be done before Christmas, Lorraine and I got an early start doing some local shopping for bread and general Christmas goodies. Big breakfast and then Lorraine and I drove to the station to successfully scoop up Mum and Mase from the station. A very smooth journey apparently.Got everyone settled in, and then off to St Nicholas Church for Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-72331461005399463242011-12-23T23:22:00.001Z2011-12-27T11:50:31.560ZLet go and LegoRather a strange day, off into London to do my last day's work in the agency this year. Spent the day with Keith working on concepts to do with toothpast and tooth varnish. One rather top idea otherwise a bit like pulling hen's teeth. The building was empty of everyone except for cleaners, but still we worked on till the day's end. Keith curiously elated once the 'part timers' had Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-9855255692914523502011-12-22T23:39:00.002Z2011-12-23T10:11:56.599ZThe Gods of DelayEnraged first thing as I needed to send a single email from my computer before leaving for work. This two second operation turned into fifteen minutes for various computer reasons. Suddenly this began to stand for every delay and frustration I have had in the year and I wanted to self harm wildly and then pound my computer into dust. Instead, after a short rave, I kissed LorrainePeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-42927603898816290792011-12-21T23:08:00.000Z2011-12-22T17:26:39.553ZPositive sausagesSordid hangover this morning, and up at 4.00am drinking sparkling water and sparking hissy fits among the disconcerted cats. Hideous drag off to work, but felt steadily improved as the day wore on, starting with a mustardy sausage sandwich from an Italian cafe, and was told that it (the sausage sandwich) represented a positive start to the day, and that it would be a good one. ItPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-66800223011942726952011-12-20T23:15:00.000Z2011-12-22T17:07:51.080ZAn afternoon with NevUp to the smoke again this morning, but only for a half day, for this afternoon was given over to celebrating Nev's return to these blighted shores. Now an Australian, Nev seems not to changed much at all, and there was no hint of an Aussie twang. A collection of agency folks had gathered to celebrate his return in The Salisbury, including Paul and First Matie who came in thePeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-80392878114118641162011-12-19T23:42:00.001Z2011-12-20T09:51:57.924ZA cuppa with ReubenUp and surging to the station for the 7:24 train, only to find a baleful multitude gathered at the station. A train had broken down on the line, blocking all trains to London. Luckily I met Reuben, and we sloped off to a cafe and had a cup of tea and a chat for some time before returning to the station and finding that we could travel again. Nice to chat to Reuben as the train Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-5704494665683463532011-12-18T23:30:00.000Z2011-12-20T09:41:57.934ZThe yin and yang of brownie pointsThe sense of lots to be done. I spent a little time helping Lorraine with some ghastly protracted written statements she needs to make for her headteacher course. Accumulated a fair few brownie points.My afternoon hijacked by The Shakespeare Trio, with whom I ended up doing a protracted photo shoot, wandering about in the dim winter afternoon around the seafront Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-67305965169902114292011-12-17T23:53:00.000Z2011-12-20T09:29:15.755ZShoppingLaughing this morning at a text from Jane in Guernsey wondering if spray starch (see Thursday) was the Viagra of the poor.Lots of shopping this afternoon with Lorraine. After some hours of enjoyably nosing about in shops and rain dodging (and buying Lorraine a dress that was not a Christmas present merely a Saturday present) L and I snuck off for coffee in the Marwood, which as one of itsPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-84767381500208376552011-12-16T23:08:00.000Z2011-12-18T10:23:39.562ZMad Friday...As it was dubbed in the press and on the radio. For this is THE day of office parties and field hospitals were set up in major cities to cope with the hoards of drunkards spilling out onto the streets. It seemed rude not to join in.Up to London again. Working with Keith this morning, which is always good fun, squeezing blood out of a stone concepting about eye diseases, interspresed Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-42017471910659036692011-12-15T23:14:00.000Z2011-12-18T10:08:05.024ZStar struckOff without incident this morning. An enjoyable day, working with a guy called Steve on a COPD brief, and went to lunch with Karam and Keith having a fishfinger sandwich and a pint and chatted with First Matie in the afternoon. Turns out that Karam went to Warwick University like me, except some years later. Talking about familiar Leamington haunts. He also studied philosophy, but Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-31109539649812634582011-12-14T13:34:00.004Z2011-12-16T10:13:22.723ZStiffened resolveBegan the day at a hideous 4:30am as Lorraine's clock went off two hours prematurely. Staggered about until I looked at my watch and saw the truth. Slumped back into bed, blearily awaking at 6:30 and managing to fumigate one underarm with spray starch for ironing shirts, rather than deodorant. Lorraine shaking the bed laughing, and texted me later in the day to enquire about my Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-89524526681943295462011-12-14T13:16:00.006Z2011-12-14T22:20:47.738ZTetchyAlighted from the tetchy side of the bed this morning, but managed at least to do some Christmas shopping, and bought PollardandKenny.com which will be up and running soon. Went for a walk to the sea which was rough and bracingly windy. In the afternoon, I called up by the agency to start work for the next few weeks so I plunged back into the dark to buy a train ticket and try to get ahead Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-5923963464321757662011-12-12T23:07:00.007Z2011-12-13T08:40:02.366ZAdminheadAdmin will be the thing that pushes me into madness. I'm not a form filler by inclination, but have a conflicting impulse to do things properly. So this morning spent in search of wild geese and ISRC codes. These are codes embedded into tracks of your CD so that in the event of people playing it on radio their usage can be tracked and eventually paid for. To get these codes you have to Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-82874087188674990042011-12-11T23:04:00.001Z2011-12-12T10:06:22.877ZBurning issuesUp reasonably early today. Lorraine has a cold. In an unplanned branding exercise, I managed to scorch three fingers picking up an iron that Lorraine had turned off seconds before. Spent the next hour or so with my hand in water or on cold pad whimpering quietly whenever I removed it from the cold. The cold business worked however, as at the end of the day I had just a line of threePeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-60450833099299836562011-12-10T23:34:00.001Z2011-12-12T08:50:54.207ZIf the cap fitsReally enjoyable day. A leisurely start with Lorraine followed by intensive tidying up of our study area. It feels amazingly good to have it all sorted. Then a session in the afternoon of Christmas shopping. We accidentally found ourselves in Mad Hatters buying hats. Lorraine bought a lovely grey hat, which is slightly 1920s-ish to my eyes, but she looks fab in it. I tried various Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-79841560148043115302011-12-09T23:51:00.000Z2011-12-12T09:45:23.302ZDeliveranceUp at the crack of dawn with Lorraine, and then working in a frenzy on the layout for the CD packaging, everything made more difficult as I am still learning how to use the Corel program. However the result looks entirely smart. Delivered layouts on a memory key, plus the master CD down to Modo at lunchtime, and had a chat with the guys there. A nice bunch, and their creatives working Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-73282844961766209462011-12-08T23:45:00.000Z2011-12-12T10:03:20.256ZCoverApart from lurking with Lorraine by the TV and eating food I'd concocted, spent the day manacled to desk till midnight laying out our CD cover and 8 page booklet into templates ready for production. Little time for anything else. Happy with my results though. Sonia around cleaning as I worked.Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-41436533777617829482011-12-07T23:32:00.002Z2011-12-08T10:56:23.828ZBetween Cheese and a MitreWorking on re-laying out the CD cover today, and also a long phone chat with Sophie. Then off to London this afternoon to go to my dentist in Chiswick. More The Black Dahlia on the train. Was 45 mins early so got off at Turnham Green station and mooched past my old flat in Thornton Avenue, where I lived for a year before moving down to Brighton. That was a particularly Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-22896642004077758722011-12-06T23:22:00.000Z2011-12-07T09:56:31.745ZWhat torpedoes?At last decided on the CD producers we are going to use: Brighton's own Modo. So full steam ahead now, and damn the torpedoes hissing through the water. Conversations and email with Matt and Dipak and Richard about the launch concert in February. The Shakespeare Trio will be on the bill too. Next step this week is to finalise the cover, deliver the master CD to Modo, revamp Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-43924378378855678902011-12-05T23:23:00.002Z2011-12-06T13:37:38.594ZDark placesFelt like I had food poisoning, with unpleasantly exploding guts today.I got up very early, however, and watched a documentary about James Ellroy called Feast of Death, which was a wonderful. He's a guy with a weird rather obnoxious public persona, Ellroy was discussing the murder of his mother when he was a boy, and how fed by his father be built up an unpleasant picture of what she Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-74869865044593933482011-12-04T23:51:00.000Z2011-12-05T11:13:06.229ZSofa timeDefinitely hungover this morning. I was not, however, the only one. Feeling slightly nauseous, I had to sit outside in the fresh air for a while. Soon felt right, however, due to the amazing therapeutic properties of a bacon roll.Usual suspects for Lorraine and I to lurk about with. First Matie walking about with one contact in, Matty extolling the virtue of showers, and naturally Max Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-89157771746187285102011-12-03T23:32:00.001Z2011-12-05T10:51:01.762ZAw shucksThe luxury of a slow start for Lorraine and I gradually getting ourselves sorted out in time to drive up to Chertsey Meades and meet Matty boy, First Matie, Tash and Steve, and meet Judith, Dion and Camilla for the first time. There was a conspiracy to surprise the FB for his 50th birthday. Matt had scored things the FB likes, such as dozens of oysters, champagne, roast beef and so on. IPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-67680433813572875472011-12-02T23:01:00.000Z2011-12-05T10:32:02.930ZAnna's birthdayUp and about today. Gary called around in a van and I helped him load it up with table and chairs etc for the Twitten. This done, I went out in Brighton to buy a present for Anna that Lorraine and I had spied through a shop window the night before as today is by coincidence three friend's birthdays: Anna, the French Bloke and Reuben. Shopping and walking home in steady rain. And inPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-26286309268506326812011-12-01T23:58:00.005Z2011-12-02T08:35:01.668ZSkateboard terrainThe R4 Today programme talking about the drought we can expect next year due to low autumn rainfall. As usual this sort of talk cue for the skies to empty themselves of huge amounts of rain all day and night. I became a Landlord today, so phone calls this morning to utilities. Once this landownder business done, off to collect the master CD of Pollard & Kenny's Clameur from Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-29989411103808398012011-11-30T23:30:00.000Z2011-12-01T09:23:26.756ZChip SueyMy former stepfather Gerald, who has not proactively contacted me in 30 years, sent me a Linked-in request today to join his business network. Didn't see that one coming.A hard to describe off-kilterness to the day. Cold moving onto the chest now. Bah. Working on the mystery prose for a few hours. Then called Janet to find out how she was and have a brief chat about politics and so on. Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-57410522728504489072011-11-29T23:32:00.002Z2011-11-30T16:56:44.200ZStormyWriting prose for several hours today. What I am writing exactly I don't know, but it feels good to be doing it. Spoke to people about CD production. One company says they are unable to keep up with demand, which surprised me when I thought downloads were king. This means I am going to use the people in Brighton that Dipak and Richard used. Total gloom reigning in the Economy. I watched ourPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-52938737503222746442011-11-28T23:04:00.002Z2011-11-29T17:35:01.760ZCamilla strikes againWoke up with a northern cold, souvenir of Yorkshire. Tended to only the most necessary of business, before abandoning myself to the luxury of reading. Finished A Prayer for Owen Meaney. What a cracking book, one of those books that it is a shame to reach the end of, although the end is brilliantly worked. Now reading Summer by Edith Wharton which seems altogether less good, Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-63105444187827911272011-11-27T23:09:00.001Z2011-11-28T09:49:19.325ZThe owls are not what they seem...is one of my favourite quotes from Twin Peaks. But Leeds, it transpires, is full of owls. The arms date from the Corporate Seal of 1626, when the Borough of Leeds was first incorporated by Royal Charter of Charles I, when the wealthy Sir John Savile, of Howley Hall near Batley, was elected the first alderman of the Borough. He was also M.P. for Yorkshire. The Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-53985788353574029132011-11-26T23:53:00.001Z2011-11-28T11:01:16.763ZTo LeedsSo up earlyish and up North to Leeds. Bought a paper which Lorraine started reading and before we'd left the environs of Brighton was already experiencing an outburst of Tourette's Syndrome reading about The Tory Government's Education Secretary Michael Gove's approval of 'Victorian' (his word) standards by sending a version of the King James Bible to every school. While I would not deny Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-51310274306826515522011-11-24T22:36:00.009Z2011-11-25T08:30:42.618ZA walk on the mild sideWrithing and itching through the night, due to MSG. However once up began to get things done. Wrote to Simon Scardanelli after agreeing with Matt that the latest mix of the album was the one.Wasted half an hour waiting to talk to someone from the EDF power company. Out at lunchtime to go to the bank and I dropped in to Brighton Museum and Art Gallery to see an exhibition ofPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-55309724591751891492011-11-23T23:44:00.003Z2011-11-24T11:22:15.864ZChelsea bunsUp with the sparrows, or considerably before the sparrows as the evil black cat that torments our cats was fighting with Brian through the cat door. It sounds as if people are crashing into the house at five in the morning. If I could ever catch that black cat I would give it a good hiding, for this is a psychocat: elusive and violent. It even went for Lorraine the other day when she Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-65133112661613065272011-11-22T23:21:00.000Z2011-11-23T09:29:17.545ZAn interlude of workWorking on growth deficiency copy. But wonderfully this was being done from home, so I had three cats and worked with the sound of rain falling on the windows, which is a sound I love. The job took all day, and it was a quiet day and quieter evening as Lorraine had to stay away from home today having attended a conference.I met up with Gary in the Basketmakers and we his move Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-29698720534019949022011-11-21T22:40:00.004Z2011-11-21T22:57:50.196ZTo the studio againMopped the floor and hoovered this morning first thing, then after doing a few worky bits and pieces went to the gym before lunch in an attempt to reverse some of the excesses of the weekend. Two calls at the gym: spoke to Max as Elijah's favourite zebra toy has gone awol and to Gary arranging his move into the Twitten. Called the useless letting company to sack them.In the Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-20780278905470826062011-11-20T23:14:00.001Z2011-11-22T11:07:55.134ZA hearty aftermathUp surprisingly early this morning after a few hours sleep. Lorraine and I up, finding a slightly-wan looking Betty on the sofa accessorised by three cherubic children who were all sitting on her. Gave Betty birthday presents -- as today was her actual birthday. Then a long slow morning nursing hangovers, Lorraine cooking breakfast and The FB and Max and Kate emerging with Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-16291237003683813812011-11-19T23:29:00.001Z2011-11-23T09:20:27.225ZParty timeSo today zooming about getting ready for a large party to celebrate Betty's 20th birthday and me and Lorraine living together. Lorraine off to get an astonishingly red hair cut n' colour which everyone agreed was rather smart. Then Betty, Lorraine and I going off to buy quantities of boozes and food in supermarkets, blow up ballons, prepare food and move furniture about. Very tired all Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-31061199129784707332011-11-18T23:08:00.004Z2011-11-19T14:02:04.954ZFridayFriday thank goodness... Laughing aloud on the train reading Owen Meany. Spent the day in and out of a large room with folks talking about digital apps interspersed with bouts of work. I found myself drawing on a whiteboard two circles side by side, which made Keith snicker. Broke off for a sandwich with First Matie, and then back into it. Felt tired and jaded as I left work, as it had beenPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-9278322584327069772011-11-17T23:45:00.001Z2011-11-18T14:04:39.927ZLeavesUp to London again. Working with Andy on a somewhat confusing pitch brief.Lunch with Keith and Hamish in a pub, me on chicken and two pints of soda and lime laughing about unfortunate medical accidents, starting with digital rectal examinations and prolapsed rectums and moving down market from there. In the afternoon Andy and I soldiered on, mainly in a room overlooking Tavistock Square's Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-75725322888562427962011-11-16T23:27:00.000Z2011-11-17T09:45:52.289ZTicking the boxOff again to London again this morning. Listening to Clameur and Shakespeare Trio bits and storyboarding wee videos for them in my head. Matt scheduled to finalise CD today but this has been bumped till next Monday so we can do it together. Trying to stifle dual waves of frustration at how this simple job has taken months to complete and how pitifully small my creative output has Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-90981491583198359572011-11-15T22:00:00.002Z2011-11-15T22:02:13.148ZPoetic interludeUp early and happily working on my new poem, which is about a pebble and God and is set in Moulin Huet, which was a rather nice place to spend a poetical interlude. Also I explored more on my other concept, which is too new to talk about but is a kind of 'how to' book. I also briefly tweaked some copy for Amanda in NZ who has added game inventor to her list of accomplishments. HerPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-17404792134007240302011-11-14T23:20:00.001Z2011-11-15T10:55:57.620ZHappy Monday Damburst of ideas, and the best part of a poem written first thing this morning, and the outline of another project down this afternoon. Slipped off to Sainsbury's to buy ingredients for supper, as Lorraine would be home quite early. Cooked sausages and a mash made from butternut squash, carrots and potatoes with a little parmesan grated into it, plus a gravy thick with leeks, onion Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-61729094304471927552011-11-13T23:39:00.000Z2011-11-15T11:14:38.847ZSunny SundayA beautiful day today, more like spring than November. Lorraine and I busy, loading up the car to take things to the skip, some last bits from the garden of the Twitten, and random clutter from The Old Church Hall. Stopped off at Anton and Anna's place to give them two lovely advent calendars that Maureen had made for the children. The sea was unbelieveably silver in the low sun as Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-6077996551368434192011-11-12T23:28:00.001Z2011-11-13T19:52:23.653ZJelly babies and quiet beatlesA terrible night's sleep. Had a vivid dream that I was on a plinth while a man in some sort of crow's feather costume loomed over me. Woke up rather sharpish from that one. Somewhat pale and wan today as a consequence, although orc foot improving steadily.Lorraine's and my missions of limited scope: we went in search of winter flowering pansies, and booze for the Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-7431865434412832012011-11-11T23:54:00.000Z2011-11-13T19:27:58.798Z11/11/11... had no mystical or numerological significance for me, as it seems to have done for some people. My Orc foot somewhat better today, though I had to cancel a planned yomp through the countryside this weekend with Anton. An enjoyable stint in Tavistock Square and especially nice to work with Nicola again after a few years, as she'd given me a copy of A Prayer for Owen Meany.Trains Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-63026467035446739512011-11-10T23:40:00.001Z2011-11-11T09:58:14.811ZPass me my fezOff to the quack this morning as ankle still terrible. They are piping music into it the waiting room these days. I'm not sure Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin was exactly the right choiceand for doctor botherers. My very likeable quack gave me an prescription for gout pills, and Zapains (codine and paracetamol) and we laughed about them zapping the pain. After buying a gout stoolPeter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-61230369877839425922011-11-09T23:04:00.002Z2011-11-10T12:48:42.746ZAdam's aleGrim start to the day, foot extremely painful. Running late I set off armed with a hiking stick feeling tetchy and full of self-pity. Lorraine, qua rescuing angel, gave me a lift to the station. Sweaty on the train, next to a man smelling strongly of garlic, I tried to catch up on the concept work I could not do yesterday. Wet soap thoughts slipping away before I could grasp them left Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-26587006936560096932011-11-08T23:27:00.004Z2011-11-09T14:44:06.412ZMush headOrc foot in full flow now, making it painful to walk, and difficult to sleep. Really poor day's work: my brain utter mush. Trying to do concepts this afternoon around prostate cancer, and nothing of any virtue was emerging. Working with April, who is a nice woman from the US. Embarrassed and frustrated by simply not being able to think. Bumped randomly into Reuben as I popped out to Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-4586930877228444052011-11-07T23:10:00.003Z2011-11-09T14:42:53.721ZThe return of Orc footBad night's sleep and woke to find the dreaded Orc foot had returned: I am hobbling again and grimacing with pain and a Sauron addiction. Cramped, uncomfortable journey into work even more trying. I like working in Tavistock Square however, and noticing as usual at this time the patterns made by the autumn plane tree leaves driven flat into the black road surface.Work fine, Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4081801.post-22347524672079470472011-11-06T20:26:00.000Z2011-11-06T20:34:52.599ZRechargingFelt a good deal brighter this morning, although my ankle is griping after the gym session. Really laid back morning, having a slow breakfast with Lorraine, and then we went food shopping. I enjoy shopping with Lorraine. Then home to chat to Beth and Kayleigh who'd stayed overnight. Beth back to college this afternoon so we four had a large Sunday lunch. It had been really nice to see Peter Kennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11907952198931767506noreply@blogger.com0