"Strings are sliding through time and place...
...eleven levels and counting
if only my arms could reach that far
kiss the ground for me when you get there..."
I keep meaning to update but have yet to get round to it. A week or so back I saw 'Heroes' with Wolf and Andy; it was utterly delightful. The set was lovely, the acting was superb; John Hurt, Richard Griffiths and Ken Scott were all brilliant. The script was an utter delight and all in all it made me think of a Trinity meeting Tom Stoppard had overheard and decided to dramatise! *Coverts a copy of the play-text*
I left Hatfield at ten this morning to get to work in plenty of time for twelve. Then I found there were no district line trains to Richmond (or Ealing) and there were no main line trains to Richmond either. Is it just me, or does anyone else think that cutting out all possible connections to a busy station all at once for engineering work is kinda stupid?
I got to the shop at 12.30, which I think probably counts as a minor miracle.
The shop is, predictably, dead as a week old dead thing. (Although week old dead things can get quite lively, so maybe I mean deader than that.) I'm considering going to the health food shop to find some lunch and a bottle of brandy-apple wine =P
I've been in Hatfield the past two weeks, drawing pictures and making up a ZG Sabbat character and background. On Saturday a Wolf and I went wandering around Hatfield and he asked what he could put in his den that would encourage me to stay there a third week. My neurons said 'a sewing machine!', but I just grinned.
Strangely, at the market was a 1905 Frister & Rossmann hand-cranked sewing machine for £14, so I bought it =) I had to do much searching on the net to find out how to load the bobbin into the shuttle correctly, but was triumphant in the end. Then I pokked something and the stitching went to hell. (The top thread messes and loops copiously on the underside of the fabric - any ideas how to fix it?)
This eve, trains willing, I will return to Hatfield and, sewing machine willing, will make my ZG costume.
"you may not see it, but i'm smiling
you may not hear it in my voice
you may not know i vanished long ago
such were the terms of my choice
'cause i will make no bargains with gods or human dreams
i know too well the loopholes they're brandishing...
if only my arms could reach that far
kiss the ground for me when you get there..."
I keep meaning to update but have yet to get round to it. A week or so back I saw 'Heroes' with Wolf and Andy; it was utterly delightful. The set was lovely, the acting was superb; John Hurt, Richard Griffiths and Ken Scott were all brilliant. The script was an utter delight and all in all it made me think of a Trinity meeting Tom Stoppard had overheard and decided to dramatise! *Coverts a copy of the play-text*
I left Hatfield at ten this morning to get to work in plenty of time for twelve. Then I found there were no district line trains to Richmond (or Ealing) and there were no main line trains to Richmond either. Is it just me, or does anyone else think that cutting out all possible connections to a busy station all at once for engineering work is kinda stupid?
I got to the shop at 12.30, which I think probably counts as a minor miracle.
The shop is, predictably, dead as a week old dead thing. (Although week old dead things can get quite lively, so maybe I mean deader than that.) I'm considering going to the health food shop to find some lunch and a bottle of brandy-apple wine =P
I've been in Hatfield the past two weeks, drawing pictures and making up a ZG Sabbat character and background. On Saturday a Wolf and I went wandering around Hatfield and he asked what he could put in his den that would encourage me to stay there a third week. My neurons said 'a sewing machine!', but I just grinned.
Strangely, at the market was a 1905 Frister & Rossmann hand-cranked sewing machine for £14, so I bought it =) I had to do much searching on the net to find out how to load the bobbin into the shuttle correctly, but was triumphant in the end. Then I pokked something and the stitching went to hell. (The top thread messes and loops copiously on the underside of the fabric - any ideas how to fix it?)
This eve, trains willing, I will return to Hatfield and, sewing machine willing, will make my ZG costume.
"you may not see it, but i'm smiling
you may not hear it in my voice
you may not know i vanished long ago
such were the terms of my choice
'cause i will make no bargains with gods or human dreams
i know too well the loopholes they're brandishing...