A Beacon

Up early thanks to Calliope. Felt run down, blocked up, and with a persistent sicky headache. Did however have another cracking hour or so on poems, which I am so pleased about I don't really want to say more in case I hex myself.

Also pushed on slowly and surely with Betty the Spacegirl and have agreed with Di and Adrian Turner to take some photos of us for the CD - which is spendid as Adrian is a top photographer. Phoned The Sussex Beacon who Matt and I want to give a proportion of the earnings from the CD to. Not only is this good karma for the project, but it is also the place where my friend Tim Gallagher found some real respite in his last months.

Spoke to Mum who was 'working on her head', another cat head as it transpires. Also to Matt to discuss various business things.

The Barbarie's email newsletter, Barb Wire, mentions Defenders of Guernsey which is rather nice.

In the evening off to Lorraine's house where we popped around the corner to pick up some light Chinese food. Sam there, barking World of Warcraft instructions in the corner, and Betty going through one of her drawers interrogating every piece. Mark arrived early from work and has just bought a smart Chinese semi-accoustic guitar with a snake design on it.

Very tired, and L and I repaired early to bed. Looking up at a star and moonlit clouds through the skylight before falling asleep.

Below a grab from the newsletter. Fun to see Mum's ghostly goat face cropping up here and there.