under another sun

Feeling a bit groggy first thing. Had a dream, the second in three days, about Sophie. I really must call her. Lorraine set off for Ashford, and I slipped on my desk manacles, and got my act together enough to interview the poet Rory Waterman, who I liked and was very chatty. I used my laptop which seemed to eliminate the problems with time lag during the recording process, I'd been dreading another difficult conversation. But all was well. Until, that was, when I came to download the recordings from the podcast from the podcast software, only to discover that my guest had not been fully recorded. Luckily I found a backup cloud recording which had the full conversation. Took me ages to sort it all out, and the cloud recording had some glitches. Editing most of the day and in the evening, but still with hours to go tomorrow.   I broke off for a walk in the afternoon, just to loosen the desk manacles. And spoke to Mum briefly. Lorraine back from Ashford after nine. To bed, and readin...

Disco Jesus Up early and a day's work on Skelton Yawngrave. Made some good progress, but felt tired and worn thin by the middle of the afternoon. By five I had retreated to reading and enjoying my Bill Bruford autobiography again. Diane called, and she will be coming down to stay soon. In the evening met Lorraine, and we saw Beth and Mark in an interesting play called Interview by Jean-Claude Van Itallie, which they were doing as part of their drama exam. It was an excellent play, with Theatre of the Absurd elements in it, which took me back to reading Martin Esslin and studying Waiting for Godot at about the same age as Beth and Mark. A good performance by the students, and good physical acting conveying a crowded tube train by crushing together and so on. Beth the best I have seen her, putting genuine emotional oomph into her part. Mark convincing as ever, with one brief tableaux having him as a disco dancing Jesus, which I wasn't expecting. Mark's folks where there too...