under another sun

Up early and working on the book for some time, before shooting off to the gym for a workout to stave off festive plumpness. Also contacted by a former colleague, and it seems I have some work up in the smoke at a new agency next week. Nice to have Lorraine back from driving around the county when I got home from the gym.  We did some work side by side on the desks together this afternoon, until Dawn dropped by after school for a chat a gossip. We may do some more of the sessions for gifted and talented children next year. I left the ladies chatting and walked up to meet Anton in the Battle of Trafalgar putting the world to rights for a bit over a couple of beers, and hearing about his opinions on Greek Mythology among other things. Anton's pal Martin turned up too, and I enjoyed talking to him about classic Science Fiction. Matt and Lorraine joined us too for more beer and some food. I had a bean burger, mainly of the broad variety. I was enthusiastic for beer tonight. Once An...

Steady as you go Steady progress today, working in the Twitten, and then doing more admin, finally signing off my accounts, and resupplying an invoice to my French clients, this time with a date on it. Walked back to the house along London Road again today, it really does have extraordinary people wandering along it. Many of whom are clutching cans of beer in the day, and looking as if they have just walked off the set of the Jeremy Kyle show (a British version of Springer show). Reading The Picture of Dorian Gray on my Kindle whenever I could today, and in the evening too. A fascinating read, and where it works it works fabulously. It was Wild's only novel, and has to my eyes gaping flaws but manages to be utterly compelling too. Having ideas again now for writing, but my interest in them expires as soon as I get them down on paper. Lorraine is working too hard.

A liminal day Business decisions in limbo. Must be that the moon hasn't reached full yet. Spent much of morning waiting for a conference call which was cancelled some time after it was supposed to have ended. More birthday messages including one from my pal Martin in Chiswick, who I have not spoken to for some time. I was liminal. Liminality is state of being between things, just about to make a step or take a decision. Airports for example are liminal spaces. They exist only to be passed through. And the liminal space is where anxiety is useful, according to the existentialists. If anxiety didn't exist then we would dwell in uncertainty, stay in the airport forever. It is only by making a decision that we affirm ourselves as being alive, and climb aboard our lives again. Days in which no decision is possible are strange half alive times. Managed a huge 5 hours uninterrupted sleep the night before which is something of a record. My back gyp, though far from gone, is now not so...