under another sun

Terrible night's sleep, compounded by Calliope persistently tormenting me before I got up at seven, seemingly immune to furious batting off. Consequently rather tired today as I trained off to work in Tavistock Square. Main highlight of the day a teleconference to Switzerland at lunchtime where I presented the deeply creative and strategic thinking I'd been working on for several days in answer to the brief. What the client mainly wanted was five posters. So it goes. Nice young lad sitting opposite me was on a work experience week from school. He was the son of an old boss and, dismissing the goading of Evil Paul Kenny, was nice to him. More good chats with Slug, who being an old prog rock head had gone to see the surviving members of Van der Graaf Generator last night. He said they looked like an ancient Butlins show tunes band, but sounded terrifying. Finished Roland Barthes  The Pleasure of the Text. This is an amazing book, and if only I'd read it with such dilig...

Slightly dreary Sunday. Both L and I feeling slightly under the weather with sore throats. We did have the intense excitement however of going down to the Brighton Marina, walking about  in windy carparks and having the car washed. The sea a peevish green, and very wild for June. Did shopping and so on, and returned home only to crash out on the sofa. Rousing ourselves from time to time to write letters from giraffes, and discuss at some length wedding plans until my head hurt. Lorraine playing on her new iPhone and syncing it with her iPad. When you scratch the surface of Lorraine just underneath is a tech nerd. She is also pleased to have an iPhone as she can play Candy Crush on that too. She has been using iPhone facetime with Beth too, which is rather good. The faces come up really clearly. I had never used it until today either, when I facetimed Lorraine who was sitting next to me for a conversation. Then we watched Les Revenants , which like Twin Peaks appears to have a s...

A sober day of restraint. Up late and off shopping, after eating a Quorn sausage sandwich with mustard in bed, brought to me by my lovely, and discussing plans for the wedding. Drove off, taking circuitous routes around the place to avoid the bulgy-calfed London to Brighton bicycle riders. I needed a new office chair, mine having spontaneously exploded a week or so ago while I was innocently sitting on it. We ended up at a place called Staples where I bought a chair called a Tweddle, which after assembling (and then reassembling it as I noticed it didn't look like the picture on the Chinese instructions) comfortable on the back, but a tad unforgiving on the rear. Perhaps my buns will steel themselves. Otherwise shopping with Lorraine. I always thought Lorraine and I were very happy together, but it seems that having become engaged has made us even closer. Pootling about shopping together great fun. Life is sweet. Eating salad this evening, and Lorraine went off to meet one of h...