Reads, not rereads, for once.

( LXIX: M. John Harrison, The Committed Men (1971) )

Today turned into a rest day - the alarm went at 7.50, and as is current practice I fell asleep with the pips at 8.00. I got up, did the stuff you do, and took two books to Cafe Nerd. As it was, Brisingamen turned up almost immediately, and we chatted in the sun, then the shade, and watched a dalmatian hybrid walk itself by, and some Carnage-type ( Read more... )

I got a couple of pieces of good news over the last 48 hours - the one of which I can say unlocked is that Ardal O'Hanlon is going to be performing at a gig near me.

( LXVII: Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker (1980) )

Reading, writing, and catching a suntan through the window of a coffee shop.

( LXIII: Ursula Le Guin, The Dispossessed (1974) )

There's a cost for good fortune - and managing to catch the Darwin bus to the campus on the hill was balanced with there being no 23.50 bus after all and having to get a cab home. Somewhere in that I lost £5-£10, either literally or being short changed. I'm trying to convince myself that in an alternate world I drank it, but it isn't working. ( Read more... )

I need to get back on track next week, but writing is being done as is reading ( Read more... )

In May 1997 I had my hair cut - probably for the first time in two years. Since then - aside from a bit of growing to an inch - I've been no. 4 to no. 0. I don't want have to start growing my hair down to my ass again ( Read more... )

A frustrating and then pleasing day. Some writing achieved, some reading done - though not as much as hoped - and I had to decide whether to go for a coffee or the pub before catching a bus to the Carbuncle. Since there were rumours of waistcoats in the YMCA I went there - only to find it's closed down. I popped into the Children's Society Shop, ( Read more... )

You know, I've lost track as to whether I did any writing today... Not a good sign. Tinkering if any. Mostly reading - I tried to watch Heroes but the snooker overran and I only got the first five minutes of the two episodes. Better record them Saturday morning. An unusually Tuesday without the therapy session, and tried to get into town asap after ( Read more... )

Week two - day one. And just after I wrote yesterday's entry, I looked to see that there's a copy of The Road to Corlay on top of the four piles of books on the shelf to the left of my desk. And this is the 1980s reprint which includes "Piper at the Gates of Dawn". So a) I think I may have three copies of this book (in two states) and b) I could ( Read more... )