Freed up on Friday
Suddenly things seems to be happening. Even Lorraine's horrendous house move seems to be suddenly more likely.
Another day on the French work, which makes me want get on the next ferry and drift about gormandising and glugging fine wines in welcoming villages. Love this client as the more flowery my prose gets, the more they seem to like it. Also I have been asked to work up at a healthcare agency for a spell next Tuesday for some concepting and copywriting. This all helps to back the slavering wolf from my door, and some way down the Twitten. Naturally rather pleased about this.
A quick chat with First Matie who is close to buying a large Ridgeback dog to go with the large Subaru.
Also got the pricing through from the printer for A Guernsey Double and talked to Phil about laying it out. Emailing Richard, who has sent his latest batch of poems through. All rather exciting. It is going to be an excellent book. Now forms to fill in for the Guernsey Arts commission.
Met Matt shortly before five in The Basketmakers. Lots to discuss, and he is now writing variation ten of This concert... The words for the refrain I sent him seem to work too. And we were talking about the practicalities of staging the concert, what is being played in the first half and various theatrical wheezes and stunts, and decided to ask Beth to help us so that we don't all bump into each other on stage. These discussions conducted over a few beers, next to a table where a lesbian couple were passionately cuddling. It's the This concert will fall in love with you vibe.
As The Basketmakers got increasingly loud so we repaired to The Brighton Tavern. It bills itself as Brighton's friendliest pub. Matt wants us to have our aftershow party there, and I think it is a good idea. As long as Mr Coombes the rat doesn't show up.
Then off on our separate missions. Matt off to find Wayne, while I made the mistake of ordering a takeaway Indian meal and went to the pub nearby where there was an R&B duo playing to wait the half an hour or so before it was ready. Sensibly had another beer. Food horrid when I got it home, but I'd had enough to drink to fall on it hungrily anyway. Lorraine arrived, with her top hat slightly askew, having had a night out with her girls. And so to bed.
Suddenly things seems to be happening. Even Lorraine's horrendous house move seems to be suddenly more likely.
Another day on the French work, which makes me want get on the next ferry and drift about gormandising and glugging fine wines in welcoming villages. Love this client as the more flowery my prose gets, the more they seem to like it. Also I have been asked to work up at a healthcare agency for a spell next Tuesday for some concepting and copywriting. This all helps to back the slavering wolf from my door, and some way down the Twitten. Naturally rather pleased about this.
A quick chat with First Matie who is close to buying a large Ridgeback dog to go with the large Subaru.
Also got the pricing through from the printer for A Guernsey Double and talked to Phil about laying it out. Emailing Richard, who has sent his latest batch of poems through. All rather exciting. It is going to be an excellent book. Now forms to fill in for the Guernsey Arts commission.
Met Matt shortly before five in The Basketmakers. Lots to discuss, and he is now writing variation ten of This concert... The words for the refrain I sent him seem to work too. And we were talking about the practicalities of staging the concert, what is being played in the first half and various theatrical wheezes and stunts, and decided to ask Beth to help us so that we don't all bump into each other on stage. These discussions conducted over a few beers, next to a table where a lesbian couple were passionately cuddling. It's the This concert will fall in love with you vibe.
As The Basketmakers got increasingly loud so we repaired to The Brighton Tavern. It bills itself as Brighton's friendliest pub. Matt wants us to have our aftershow party there, and I think it is a good idea. As long as Mr Coombes the rat doesn't show up.
Then off on our separate missions. Matt off to find Wayne, while I made the mistake of ordering a takeaway Indian meal and went to the pub nearby where there was an R&B duo playing to wait the half an hour or so before it was ready. Sensibly had another beer. Food horrid when I got it home, but I'd had enough to drink to fall on it hungrily anyway. Lorraine arrived, with her top hat slightly askew, having had a night out with her girls. And so to bed.
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