under another sun

Everything on still on hold.  Lorraine and I unable to go to the barbecue James and Beth had planned for Julie's 60th birthday.  Quite bored now and aware of all the things I'd like to be doing, instead of feeling lifeless. This probably a good sign. Lorraine had this bug worse than me, and is still lagging behind. We did watch a bizarre film called Poor Things , starring Emma Stone, and it was unlike anything we'd seen. Surreal, fairy tale elements and with elements of Frankenstein, steampunk and deeply about the idea of personal freedom.   Also watched a football match, England versus Ireland. A dull two nil win for England in Dublin. Maybe I'm finally outgrowing footie.  Watching  Firefly again, a great SF series, that was very entertaining but cancelled after one series. Hopefully tomorrow will be a proper turning point.

A bit of an interlude today. Went to the gym, and did something slightly nasty to my back on the rowing machine but apart from that enjoyed the physical release of it all. More than that I seem to getting increasingly paunchy. Lorraine and I are going to get a grip properly next week.   John came around today, and dropped some stuff off. He's going to be staying here for a few days off and on, before his new flat is sorted. Otherwise I faffed about during the day not achieving much. But it was a much needed day of faffing I think. Feeling slightly decadent, I watched several episodes of Firefly on Youtube. It is excellent, great dialogue really strong characterisation, and a weird mix of a future that is cowboyish and also Chinese. Really fresh and interesting. The series got pulled apparently because it was broadcast out of sequence, the ratings were low and it was dreadfully marketed. It is really good though.  Because Thursday is the new Friday and the last Thursday...

Friday up early and tweaked the poem about Chad I've been working on and then spent the working day doing creative concepts for a charity pitch. This necessitated a call or two with Matty. Work went well however. Beth at home ill with a bad cold. My sore throat persists, but otherwise all well. Popped out to buy chicken flavoured noodles for Beth, and throat pastilles for me. Didn't speak much to Sonia as I was busy. Once work finished I had the idea of popping out to a pub and reading some poems, but I went to the Park View which was strangely rowdy, Lorraine called and said she was coming home before going out again with her work people for an end of year party. I bought fish and chips and pie and chips for Beth and spent a happy quiet evening in, for my energy is low, watching three or four episodes of Firefly, the TV cult SF series on YouTube. Quite like it, and perfect for a post fish and chips washed down with a can or two of lager. Lorraine home having had a cheery e...