under another sun

Basket cases Awake annoyingly early this morning. Seagulls were stamping about on Lorraine's roof, and dropping things which may have been stones or small skulls onto the tiles, and walking smearily on the Velux windows. Brian and Basil the cats taking a dim view of this. Beth was going to use Lorraine's house for a big rehearsal today, so we sloped off back to my place for breakfast. I then was possessed by a housecleaning bug, and spent two hours vacuuming under beds, deep cleaning the bathroom and so on. Lorraine who is absolutely exhausted, slept on the gold sofa. In the afternoon we met Matt and John in The Basketmakers for some beers. I was drinking refreshing summer ale. Amid general banter, Matt moaning again about the war between seagulls and foxes going on near his home which generates a maelstrom of fox screams and gull yarps. Despite these trials he has finished composing the music for Found, and will upload it soon. From here Lorraine had some cheap Chinese food, f...

A Frasier Crane moment Had muesli and coffee with Mas, and did some work this morning, before heading into town. Met a guy called Steve in a freelancer's haven called One Alfred Place quite near Goodge Street. He was held up, and as I waited, I had a Frasier Crane moment enjoying the club-like atmosphere with nice sofas and so on, reading Prospect magazine and sipping tea. From there I went back to the Royal Free Hospital and met up with Mum and Mason. Mum's operation is tomorrow. Had a nice chat under the circumstances, and Mason took the opportunity to talk at some length to the Prison Officers about fingerprinting and the FBI. Mum and I talked quietly about captive audiences. Returned to Brighton tonight feeling somewhat emotionally drained. Will be back up after Mum has had her operation, and staying with Mas at the weekend. Nice to be home, and listening to Chelsea beat Liverpool to reach the European Cup final. Hmm. Must email Nev. Below a picture of Pinkie The Walking ...

A pussy posse in the dark At last, a better day at work - although still crushingly busy. But out of the blue, a breath of fresh air in an email from Joan - including a photo of some of her intrepid cats padding through the gloom, as they accompany Joan on one of her walks in the forested land behind the farm in Ontario. This makes me laugh every time I look at it. After hours there was a free bar at work tonight, which coincided nicely with Trace leaving, and another friend called Anita too. A nice party downstairs (smoke free which was top). Trace is literally running away to join a circus collective in Hawaii, and flies off on Monday. This is strange, but true. I am going to miss her very much. Matty boy came by too, and after sipping copious amounts of boozes with agency folks, Matt and I repaired to an Indian restaurant for some knife and forkwork and a chat. This resulted in me creeping home again really late yet again. Below The fabulous Pinkie, Tommy Bananas and Pinkie's s...

All's well that ends up in the Eddy Woke in the middle of the night with an oddly throbbing head. But this abated after drugs. Into work listening to Lord of the Rings still. It goes on forever as an audiobook. And arriving at the office people unreasonably seemed to expect me to do some work, rather than simply swivel about on my chair talking airily about Japan. Nevertheless much of the day was spent this way, or working Japan into the conversation if by some oversight the person I was talking to had neglected to ask me about it. I definitely feel as if the walls have been pushed back after my holiday. Feeling full of possibilities and optimism. Although I did have a sense of absurdity on the slow train ride up to London. There must be another way. Absconded with Trace and the French Bloke to the nearby Thai restaurant for a very cheerful and chatty lunch, which help extend the holiday feeling. Much blaring about Japan over some cheeky beer and listening their news too. Over the...