Cuts Glad to speak to Mum today as she was discharged from hosiptal, and pleased to be back home but understandably nervous the pain might return. I had a good morning working on my poetry. I have found a slightly different voice but do not trust it yet. Richard told me that he was writing again too in a new way. Publication has a purgative effect. Lunchtime spent watching the new Chancellor of the Exchequor deliver the Coalition Government's decision on where the axe should fall in British public spending, tax rises, loss of benefits etc. They raised the retirement age to 66 too. I can't help thinking of Osborne as Osborne the Odious. Depressing to see him and new Prime Minister Cameron, both of whom have inherited millions without lifting a finger, introducing swinging cuts on ordinary working folk. It was ever thus. New Labour leader Miliband at PMQs earlier depressingly out of his depth. I find much to loathe in the political class. A cool sunny day in Brighton today. I had...
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Ugh Working on designs for A Guernsey Double this morning. Having a free hand in how the book is going to look is great. Although there is a socking Guernsey Arts Commission logo to accommodate. Being art director for a day was good fun, but God it eats time. Also fixed a couple of the poems. It is almost ready now. Otherwise a slightly sluggish day. Watched the final Prime Ministerial candidate's debate on TV this evening, with Calliope snoozing on my chest. What a loathsome slither of liars: Cameron plastic and vacuous, Clegg plainly a bit dim, Brown a one man Shakespearean tragedy. God help us. When Manchester United play Liverpool I have often felt that it's wrong that both teams can't both lose. But almost miraculously, these politicians all managed to lose their adversarial debate, dissembling away on immigration and economics and tax. Below a triptych of t*ssers.