under another sun

No Friday 13th issues for me. Awake early this morning, so an unhurried schelp off to Tavistock Square this morning. Felling less coldly than I had done all week. A fairly quiet day at work, doing an old-skool DM style job with Slug, who I like more and more each time I work with him. Off for some fairly old-skool pub grub too at lunch with First Matie and Slug, they had gammon egg and chips, I had fish, chips and salad. We had moved on from the Lord John because it was crammed with people in incredibly smart business suits eating egg and chips with a sort of post-modern irony. And instead we went to The Skinner's Arms instead, where Katie, L and I had had a drink last year. Felt happy to be released back into the wild this evening, and pleased to have had a week's work. Willing the train journey to be over, arriving in Brighton which was enjoying stair rod rain. Lovely Lorraine came to the station to collect me as I was only wearing my hoodie. Things like this make me real...

Fiddling with scraps of poems this morning on the train. And walking through London now there is the first touch of autumn weather quite nice. I always feel as if this is the beginning of the year for me, and I feel a curious excitement looking at the still green trees in Tavistock Square and knowing they will all be golden sometime soon. The pitch based slogging of the last few days now over, and Kate and I had time to meander to a pub called The Lord John Russell at lunchtime for a slow pint of beer and a wide ranging chat. A moderate afternoon and after work, it was the agency's free booze and mingling night and I availed myself of this opportunity with my normal alacrity. Nice chats with Pat and the soon to be a father Matty-boy as well as First Matie and others. Listening to Queen Lucia by E.F. Benson as an audiobook. Googled a list of top English comedic novels and this appeared. Not particularly convinced so far, but perhaps it will grown on me. Getting home seemed ...