under another sun

Working for a few hours on the strange new story today again, I am not sure if is inspired or drivel. Or maybe it's something in-between. Tiresomely, I made an appointment to see the doctor. After two weeks my guts are still in a Chadian state of flux, which is leaving me feeling weak. I am restless and want the energy to be wheeling and dealing again. Cant listen to the news at the moment, I find the madness of those wanting us to leave the EU is very depressing. I find Gove utterly loathsome. I don't like his views but there is something about him which affects me on a visceral level, which is completely irrational of course, but none the less powerful for it. My thoughts with Janet and Ken today. Ken had his operation and I got a message from Janet, who didn't visit today that he was back in the ward this evening. Spoke to Mum who is hoping to catch Romy in London this week, as she is over for intense business meetings. Trouble with business trips is that there i...

Held responsible Up to London. Popped in to see my glamorous accountant and hand over things I'd signed. Then into the agency. A long and slightly trying day. But all well when I left at sevenish, the first neuropathic pain work coming to a raging climax today. Interestingly, Richard the visualiser was using a Tablet PC, allowing him to draw directly onto the screen of his computer. Really cool, and makes amending the image really fast, without having to start again like traditional visualisers. Slunk off leaving the ever suffering art director (in this case Sean) to see the work through. Feeling tired on the train home, half looking out at the occasional firework bursting in the sky while listening to Haunted by Chuck Palahniuk. It is a series of linked short stories, in a style the author calls Transgressive Fiction. The opening story, Guts , which I mentioned the other day is without exaggeration, and by some way, the single most disgusting thing I have ever read. Apparently pe...