under another sun

This morning I applied to be blogger in residence for Brighton Pavilion and Museums. This is an excellent opportunity to get me more engaged in the community, as well as showing off my, um, mad writing skillz, so I'm definitely going for it. Working on something more factual and extraverted, is exactly what I have been talking to Lorraine about doing this year. Down to the sea to take some photos, while listening to another Jeeves book I'd downloaded. It is so formulaic, with Bertie Wooster's inevitable concession at the end of a story to Jeeves of giving away an item of clothing that Jeeves has disapproved of, such as purple socks, or a scarlet waistcoat.  There is something reassuring about predictability, and the wordplay and dialogue is so unique, that you need fairly rigid structure I suppose. Then to the Blue Dog gallery and collected some of Mum's pictures and masks that had been on display there. Nice man who runs it. We stood outside chatting while he fini...

Off today to the North Laine to do some shopping with Lorraine. Popped into the Blue Dog gallery to chat to Mike the owner, who took some of Mum's cat heads and wax pictures. Bumped into some friends of Lorraine called Dan and Abby and I enjoyed being in town. The first time we had been out and about together for ages, what with me hobbling, and we celebrated by buying a bottle of acid to pour down a blocked pipe. Richard sent through a draft of his new collection. Judging by my first read through, it is excellent and thoroughly enjoyable. After this pleasure, I had a lazy afternoon listening to Moby-Dick audiobook, and idly daubing a pink whale while listening about the pursuit of a white one.   

Red flags Decided not to work on my poems today, and have a Sunday simply doing nothing. Went to Nia for a breakfast with Lorraine, and then spent a happy several hours mooching about. Went into a new gallery called Blue Dog which was mainly showing art from Poland. Some extremely wonderful throne-like chairs in there made from metal and glass. Then off through a variety of shops. I bought a pair of sneakers in a sale. Went down to the sea, which was wild and stormy. The red flags were out, reminding lunatics not to swim in the wild khaki waves which boiled with foam. The sea was clapping into the groynes and sending spray up, as the seabirds flew low and into the wind above the beach. I lurked about in the spray and rain taking a few photos. This, as my Grandmother would have said, blew the cobwebs off. Lorraine enjoying this despite having her hair plastered to her head. Then for a spot more shopping this time in the mall, where I bought a sheet. We went to the cafe which had window...