under another sun

Playtime Had a nice mooch through Brighton with Anton today. Dropped into the drum shop on Trafalgar street and chatted to the owner and timidly tapped all kinds of drums and percussion instruments. Then up to the guitar shop where there were some splendid guitars. I was gloating over several but tore myself away before I did something rash. Then we mooched on through record stores where Anton pursued his vinyl fixation, and was searching for something new and exciting to listen to. We didn't find anything, but it was fun anyway. We drank hot chocolate in Red Roaster. The chocolate there is so thick it is like some kind of runny mousse. Or at least a mule deer. Back home in the afternoon for a snooze and then did a couple of hours work on the dratted hogsite, before zooming off to Lorraine's in the cold, after scoring some beers and sorbets. Lorraine lives in a street where many of the neighbours are friends, and her pals Sarah and JD put on a curry night, where all the guests ...

An amp called Marsha Another day in the agency. Will be working next week too and then working from home on another project with my French client. Went for a nice walk at lunchtime with The Gnome heading up the river. He told me about a painting project he was thinking about - painting an extremely realistic picture of his guitar. We had a conversation about guitar names. My white semi acoustic Washburn is called Bianca. Mike's guitars have no names, but he has an amp called Marsha (on account of the 'll' having broken off). Off in the evening to see Mad Dog. Decided to explore Shepherds Market again which tonight was thronging and busy. We arranged to meet in a pub called the Shepherds Tavern. However Bob gave me some mystifying directions about where he was in it. After a futile search it turned out he was in an entirely different pub. We went to L'autre a friendly, if unlikely, Polish Mexican place with a French name. I had a Mexican starter, and a Polish main cours...