under another sun

Very welcome Friday - a bank holiday on Monday too. My six day week arduous due to sore throat. Listening with increasing enjoyment to the Claire Tomalin's Dickens biography. He sounds half inspirational wonder, half massive pain in the neck. Work fine, broken only by a walkabout at lunchtime talking to Anton on the phone. Home a little before eight to find Mum and Cath with Lorraine. Soon joined by Rosie and we sloped off to The Shahi where Lorraine had booked us afor a nice curry. A cheery night out, followed by a fairly early night. 

Started listening to Claire Tomalin's biography of Dickens this morning. Covering his time in the blacking factory and playing Zombie Gunship as I listened. Found out the French Bloke plays it too. When I closed my eyes after playing it for half an hour or so I saw ant-like zombies with little target boxes on them. Slightly disturbing. Work fine. I had a good chat with one of the people in the office who has written a TV series, as yet unproduced. The amazingly long drawn out years of haggling and negotiating sound quite soul-destroying. Being a writer is a masochistic business for the majority of us. A copy shop reunion (CSR) this evening. First Matie and I bussed down to Waterloo and met Reuben in the Stage door. He was drinking a pint with some gusto after a hideous afternoon at work. This rapidly improving though, and we repaired off to one of those greasy spoon cafes that serves cheap and decent Thai grub in the evening. Green tea here (Reuben, with mock smugness: 'I...