End of the noughties Feel I should put some chin stroking thoughtful stuff in here today, but I've never been one for seeing random calendar events as major landmarks. But the noughties were a lively time for me. I look forward to the new year with a mix of vague apprehension and great excitement. Spent the day working up my new short story, called Where the beauty is which has turned out well, and clocking in very short at 1.5k. Celebrated new year's eve with Lorraine. We sloped off to the Agra, our usual curry haunt, for an early curry. The food back on form again, which is good. Ash the chatty owner loves Lorraine and so gave us a free glass of bubbly with our poppadoms. Then we walked back through Brighton, back through knots of lightly-clothed revellers off to the dives of West Street. We repaired to the Battle of Trafalgar, which was crammed. A band called Flat Stanley , a "trad-jazz-ska-punk-country outfit" parped bizarrely through a diverse repertoire, and wer...
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