under another sun

Have been pencilled in for more work next week, working at home for an agency up in town that I worked in with Keith for a few months a few years ago. If all goes through, I will be working with Keith again. Otherwise all the usual things. Wrote some PK stuff, edited episode 2 of the podcast and went for another walk up and around the hill, pausing to look at the engine parts in the woods. Listening to a highly intelligent podcast by The Good Friends of Jackson Elias, a podcast about horror and gaming.  They had  two podcasts about current conspiracy theories, and I learned all about the madness that is QAnon , the far right conspiracy that is every kind of blended madness: democrats and celebrities, particularly the Clintons, are running a global Satanic pedophile ring, the Trump is fighting a battle against the deep state, children are being farmed for blood products, time travellers are going back and forth in time to speak to tell presidents when they are children that the...

Pressed on with poems -- the new one about Hollingbury Hillfort good I think, and may be the sort of poem you can enter into a competition -- and editing of episode 2 of the podcast. Took down the masking tape and touched up a few bits of the bathroom and made good, also went for a long walk.  cleared my study of the mountain of DIY stuff that had been in there. Made a cheeky stir fry with grilled salmon this evening, Lorraine home early but then into a long zoom meeting.  I sat in my study armchair and read more of All My Yesterdays , by Steve Howe. He comes across as egotistical, meticulous, and private. There is precious little insight into, or appreciation of, other musicians he played with. A few veiled mention of squabbles. However I did learn that my boyhood hero Chris Squire struggled with alcoholism, which saddened me. When Lorraine emerged we watched another unchallenging and vaguely comforting episode of Death In Paradise .  Views on my stroll today up and arou...

A highly relaxed day today. A good deal of gardening, bearing foxes in mind. Off this evening to Trading Boundaries to see Steve Howe, guitar legend and member of Yes. He was introduced by Roger Dean too so I got a twofer on massive boyhood heroes. We had opted for a dine and concert option, and had some pleasant enough food on a table with six others. Two folks came took their places next to us, and the people on the far side said they could recommend the bass. The man next to me said he did not eat bass, and as a matter of fact he was a member of the bass anglers bass preservation society. We naturally warmed to these, the man a little older than me was a complete music obsessive, and his partner along because this was the least worst of the options he had offered her of gigs to go to. Lorraine in female solidarity with her quite quickly, although L found herself quite liking Steve Howe and said it was perfect Sunday evening enjoyment. Service efficient and friendly too. All a fa...

Blue is the colour Awoke early at Andros and Sophie's place. Got up and had a long chat with Andros. I was interested to hear that he had once known Steve Howe quite well. Howe is the legendary Yes guitarist and one of my all time heroes. Andros had nothing but nice things to say about him - a very modest and likable man apparently. Off to the park for breakfast. Electra took me to watch her swing about on parallel bars, do handstands, and tell me about a debate about cats and dogs they had at school. She was on the side of the dogs, but took a dim view of a big Afghan when it appeared. Cristof and Electra are good kids. A nice breakfast in the open air, then Sophie and Electra came with me on the tube, and we played twenty questions, before I got off to catch the Victoria line, and headed home cheerfully A wonderful afternoon, watching the FA Cup final. Didier Drogba with a skillful one-two with Frank Lampard and a glorious goal, proved what centuries of philosophers could not: th...