under another sun

My alter ego is taking over I have become obsessed with Skelly my alter ego. I have found the proper voice for him. He started off too posh and maudlin. And now Skelly's talking properly he seems to be wanting to share his opinions about everything. I have always hated people with opinions. But I have found myself making time late at night to laugh madly to myself and bark outlandish opinions in my study. Should I be worried? Otherwise the day was fine. Had to go off to my pharmaceuticals client from home, which actually meant a late start for me. Was early for the rendezvous with my colleagues and enjoyed an Agent Cooper from Twin Peaks moment, drinking a damn fine cappuccino in the sun outside an Italian cafe and felt a strong sense of everything being right with the world. Another yapfest, but really warming now to my client, which is nice. Then made my way back to the agency, where I caught up with the French Bloke who was back from his holiday. He has moved tantalizingly clos...

Another Monday Toast and smooth jazz for breakfast with Mum and Mase. Then Mase gave me a lift to Stanmore station. Drizzly morning, but curiously I felt fairly cheery all day, despite the fact I'd dreamed about work the night before. Work itself was fairly reasonable, and managed to get through the day without discord. I had a lunchtime swim, which helped a good deal. Still hobbling but much speedier now. Managed to leave work on time. A spot of middle class nastiness on the Brighton train, with a posh bloke ranting about paying £3,000 a year for the seat and the cases belonging to an American woman opposite hadn't which is why she should move them. The American was rescued however by some of the drinking commuters; a core of people who drink and chat "entertainingly" to one another on the way home. The young guy was told off by another woman who said he should have respect for his elders, an expression not necessarily the most gladdening to the woman's ears. A c...

Orc foot Argh. Orc foot returns... After twisting my foot yesterday, woke up this morning with a really bad ankle again and unable to put weight on it without pain. Much laughable limping today, appreciated by my colleagues, one of whom remarked I looked like a wounded bear. Felt tired and out of sorts today, and not at all in the mood for work which is making my head explode. Stayed put at my desk when I was not in interminable meetings. Toby sent me some excellent photos of Argentina this morning. I will put some on here shortly. Having kept my sunglasses for some months without wearing them, I walked into the agency reception this morning, and they simply fell apart on my face as one of the tiny screws dropped out and was lost forever. Most annoying. Home to a rejection of one of my stories from wretched Ambit. Will I never learn? They have rejected my work for more than 25 years. Briefly glimpsed into a dark well of rage and despair, but decided not to go there. Instead made a pork...

Foul play About 50% of the country seems to be reading Harry Potter and the deadly shallows at the moment. From the several people in the train all around me this morning. Of the people near me reading a book, 4 out of 5 of them were Pottering. Even the woman at the swimming pool looked up from her Harry Potter to admit one. Writing an immense and less than magical project about cholesterol at work, thousands of words to be done at double quick time. The three word version being: cholesterol, it's bad . This forcing much slog at work. Tonight, however, something entirely different I saw Mad Dog after work in Waterloo. We walked about here and there and played some pool in the Doggets pub. We've often done this in the past and it was weird to play a game of pool in a smoke-free environment. I was thrashed as usual, although Bob should have been disqualified for outrageous gamesmanship in the last game. I made a fantastic break, dropping a ball into the pocket and teeing up se...

Hanging wit my boneys...

Oh no, another one...