under another sun

A day in the life Trying to work on a poem about Magravine Cemetery on the train this morning. But these lines from the old Beatles song, the McCartney bit in A day in the life , kept going around my head instead: Woke up, fell out of bed, Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup, And looking up I noticed I was late. Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream. I am on the cusp of quite far-reaching decisions, and I find myself going into a dream on my commute and at work. Funny how the jukebox of your mind suddenly accesses a tune every now and then, and plays it as clearly as if you had just heard it a few seconds before. Work again a bit bitty, working on 6 different things during the day. Slipped out for a 40 minute walk at lunchtime along the river. A mostly quiet afternoon, where me and the Gnome had a chance to chat about music. He played me, and Trace ...

Thank heaven for leeetle gurrls Up early and full of energy. Received a call this morning from The French Bloke to tell me that he and Bouncy Max had their baby in the small hours this morning. Another little girl of 8lbs 10oz, or the weight of a small turkey as The FB observed cheerily. Max and gurgling baby both sounding perky in the background. This is the FB's and Max's second girl, and The FB's fifth. Otherwise for me an uneventful day. Wading through an abundance of scrappy bits of work. Teamed up with another Art Director instead of the Gnome, which feels odd but makes a change to get a different kind of input. I continue to listen to Martian Time Slip . The whole story is aching with paranoia, alienation, and the isolation of the human condition in a way that transcends the SF genre. In short a good read. Feeling restless today. Incredible how being outside for three days reminds you how dehumanising it is to be continually cooped up in trains and offices. In the e...