Writing with a white pen Mercifully my ankle didn't seize up in dreaded orc foot style, so made off for work reasonably adroitly. Lorraine, who had stayed overnight, made me a large cup of tea, which seems in the morning the kindest thing a human being can do for another human being. Up to London and another day frustratingly, blood-out-of-a-stoning with Ken the art director. Felt dizzy with tiredness for much of the afternoon, rectified only by a diet coke, and a word with myself. Only moment of creativity, writing on a window with a white pen, and taking photos of the words against the sky. Will upload later. May has well have used a white pen on white paper for all the use the afternoon session was. Home listening to the Girl who stirred the hornet's nest . As I sat on the tube, and the woman next to me had the paperback, and the woman opposite was reading The girl with the dragon tattoo . Shame Stieg Larsson, who died prematurely, did not see what a monster success his book...