under another sun

Ineffectual morning, catching up with correspondence. Then to Tavistock Square in the afternoon, where I was given a complicated brief in ten parts by Karam and others.  Very pleased, however, to be starting some freelance, which should extend into next week too. The briefs made my brain hurt a bit, but soon there was a celebration of someone's 10 year service, so the FB gave a funny speech and cracked open the champagne, which I found myself sharing too. Nice chat with The French Bloke afterwards before zooming home. Fell asleep in the carriage briefly, missing a chunk of Solar by Ian McEwen. Happily home.

...on my long running blog. So Monday, and rather nice to wake up without a hangover. Lorraine working from home, and good to be working in tandem with her. I went to the gym for a lengthy workout after the debauches of the weekend. Listening to Ian McEwen's Solar, which made me guffaw with laughter on the cross trainer. Otherwise a relaxed day, sent some poetry off, uploaded music onto SoundCloud, and sat about thinking about business, and ate vegetables with Lorraine. Otherwise an unremarkable day, but pressed on with some poetry, and sent a poetry MS off too. A couple of tracks on Soundcloud here: Pollard & Kenny

Newts and noises A timely chat with Mike my former art director, whose grown up approach soon had me feeling grounded and less twitchy about my freelance work. Otherwise the usual: to the gym for the third day in a row (I don't seem to be much thinner, but I feel far more springy) listening to my new audio book Solar , by Ian McEwen which is typically crisp and funny. Some of my own work this afternoon. Also spoke to Craig who I am going to stay with tomorrow night and Saturday, as part of Craig's Stag weekend. Lorraine and I sauntered in Preston Park which was as busy as a Summer's night. Looking into the little circular pond by the cafe which was alive with newts. I took a fancy to a tiny one, and couldn't help thinking of it as my newt. Elsewhere even the curl of barbecue smoke, people playing tennis and football, and children running about. We sauntered enjoyably, with Lorraine admiring colourless flowers. A really nice interlude. Then back to cook a prawn based rep...