under another sun

Lorraine up at five to get ready for her conference, me up to London. A busy morning's work, but manageable. A walk around at lunchtime, venturing down Sunbeam Road, a pavementless road into an unlovely industrial estate. Hoping to take some bleak urban photos, but, living up to its name, it was so cheerfully sunny that this was somewhat defeated. Instead I lurked happily in the graveyard for a 15 minutes, looking at all the crazily leaning graves, and listening to a Mark Kermode film review podcast. Another strangely tranquil afternoon. I again bused through Harlesden and Willesden and caught the tube up to Mum and Mas. A nice evening chatting. Mason talking a bit about his war experiences in Korea as a sniper. Asked him if he had any post traumatic stress. He said that he was so young he thought it was like playing a video game. Mum meanwhile is doing some kind of art by the square inch deal with a gallery owner in the Philippines. She is going to be a star of the orient. A c...

Making an elephant float Brain balking at more poetry, after putting in a heroic stint earlier in the week. Ended up doing things like cleaning my aquarium. In the afternoon headed off to the magic cafe and stared fruitlessly at my poems until it was time to stop. Mum has been painting some characters from Skeleton Yawngrave, which was good. Down by the seafront there is a photography exhibition 'Wild Planet - celebrating wildlife photographer of the year '. Some amazing photographs which look fantastic blown up, such as this swimming elephant. Finished listening to Mark Kermode's It's only a movie , read by him. Inoffensive, and quite likeable.