Stairs Lorraine up at six and out before seven. Found myself worrying about money as I drained my pre-seven cup of tea and Calliope rubbed my face. The sooner I can get the Twitten rented the better. The drain from the Kenny coffers has been unrelenting for the last few months, and earnings have been patchy. After my wee break in Guernsey this weekend I need an unrelenting focus on filthy lucre. A haircut this morning. I have begun a sudden thinning on top, and the area of concern is annexing virgin territory. When my hair grows the side bits are still thick, which makes my head look ridiculous and vaguely-table shaped. Barber was a man with one of those earrings which stretch the skin into a stringy loop around a hoop, and played in a heavy metal band. Then to the Twitten, to show a charming American writer called Victoria around my abode accompanied by a Springer Spaniel dog who she spoke to in French. I met them at the station, and discovered that they divide their time between New ...
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Songs and snowfall A little more snow this morning, and fine one flake at a time snow fell most of the day. I sealed myself indoors working again on Skelton Yawngrave and other bits and pieces. In the evening yomped across town to Kemptown to St Mary's church for the World Aids Day concert, where I met Lorraine. Vast high roofed church I'd not been in before, which was surprisingly warm inside. It featured The Brighton Gay Men's Chorus, Hullabaloo, which Lorraine used to sing with and was chatting to lots of its members, and Rainbow Chorus, which is Matt's choir. Also was a lovely soprano called Red Gray, accompanied by Fingers Capra plus Qukulele a lively singing and ukulele band. Fascinating to see the different styles of the conductors, and choirs. Kirsty has a lovely and highly expressive way of leading her choir. The young conductor of the Gay Men's Chorus very fluid in his movements and a twinkling personality, and Matt, talking to the audience in an assured ...
Found Just plain cold today. Thanking my lucky stars I did not have to commute into a tube-strike-hit London. Instead off to the shops and the gym. Bought some spoons and forks, to complete a green handled set I'd bought recently, and envelopes to send another book off to Amazon. Then a spell in the gym, and straight to Sainsburys where a man started joking about panic buying. The unusually early snow which is afflicting much of the UK still hasn't been seen in Brighton. It is coming later this week. Began revising Skelton Yawngrave today, after about 93 displacement activities, and I think my amends will considerably strengthen it. Feeling hungry and a tad coldish as the afternoon wore on. Spoke to Anton who was keen to discuss football, and to Lorraine, who has managed to vault the first hurdle towards a possible future headteachership which was big and clever of her. In the evening off to St Michael and All Angels church to sit in on a Rainbow Chorus rehearsal. Fingers at th...