under another sun

A bad night's sleep. Up early and off to London. Listening to To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf on the train, which slipped through fog and mist heading north. To the Lighthouse is sublime. A different seat again at work, and having settled down was moved on again. Placed in a corner which was fine. Feeling jaded and tired and rather isolated despite everyone being friendly. In an attempt to wake myself up and sauntered about near Fitzroy Square (where Woolf lived) taking some snaps, and bought a fairly nasty tuna roll from Sainsbury's.  Was so out of it, that I walked into a completely wrong building through a revolving door thinking it was where I was working. Where I am working doesn't even have a revolving door. Had to turn down some work this afternoon from my chums in Tavistock Square. Otherwise I went straight home after work, needing an early night and hopefully with a smidgen of sleeping thrown in too. Below  some typical agency bollocks (technical term...

Beers and friends Up early this morning and writing, before Lorraine and I had a large brunch. I had just about got around to finally fixing my aquarium up, when I was called by First Matie. There was a posse heading Brightonward. Before long Lorraine and I were in the Battle of Trafalgar, a difficult 20 yard trek from my door, with First Matie, Matty and Craig. Some Twittering and iPlayering from the boys. Soon to be joined by Matty's sister Tash her nice new boyf Steve. Then Betsy texted and said she and her pal Paul were in town too. Soon there was quite a crowd of us in the back garden of the pub and a fair amount of ensemble chatting. After some time this group broke up, and Lorraine and I took the skippy Betsy and Paul on a lightning tour of Brighton before heading to the Cricketers pub to meet Craig and Matty again. From there off to our usual curry house for a decent bit of snap. It was good to see Craig, who I'd not seen for some time. His career has taken a good turn ...

A Gnome amongst clouds Interesting clouds obscuring the tops of the low hills of the North Downs. And there were ridges of pale grey cloud against a dark background over the Thames as the train crossed over the bridge to Victoria. Very pretty. Other than gazing poetically at water vapour, I was snorting with laughter at an offensive article about Banksy the artist in the Guardian, which you can read here . Fleeting interactions with people other than The Gnome today. Anton called to discuss his new object of desire: a Leica digital camera. And Matty called me too as I was coming home. Saw the French Bloke who has a cold, chatted to Max the Mentor briefly, and Trace. The week ended in a pressurised slog, with The Gnome suggesting we use a garden gnome in one of our concepts. Sadly we were too stressed for me to exploit this for comedy purposes. Very pleased to have managed a full week at work though. It has been very productive considering I have been operating on half steam. Home, an...