Putting the world to rights with Bob

Working on the New Idea. Then two good conversations, with Slug, an art director I've  worked with in the past, and the other with Matt, who has been asked to supply ten songs to be performed by an orchestra next year - so we'll be getting our heads down working on that song cycle soon. A much-needed fillip.

Thundery afternoon. It is merrily raining every day, although last week the water companies finally lifted the hosepipe ban, freeing the populace to spray the mangrove swamps that were once their gardens.

Off tonight to see Bob, who wanted just a bit of a chat and a quiet night. Ended up having a lively night of course. Very good to see the old Mad Dog and put the world to rights over a few beers. First in a small bar in Kemptown, and then whimsically we wandered onto the pier, which was windy. Sat looking out of a door of the cheesy pier bar out to the choppy grey sea and distant white cliffs. A cheeky curry then into the Mesmerist for an absolute bloody final where there was some sort of Jazz band. Lurched home along an empty London Road.

Below was just snapping this puddle when a boy walked through it completing the picture, a blowy evening on the pier.