¦ dialling in from Jesus Mound ¦
9.54 am, Monday...apparently, not that the days of the week mean anything to me up here in this bubble world. There is a narcotic effect being here and I'm actually grateful I'm only here for another couple days, for the only reason there's things I need to get on with in "Reality".
I've been making good progress with YD2nd Edition, but no more DaVinci method and busting a gut at the expense of everything else. The signature theme of this visit to Jesmond is the revamp of my old bedroom (and Annelise's)...the God-awful Ghostbusters wallpaper is gone. I say God-awful not because it was Ghostbusters (a film I adore) but because it was such shiiiiiit Ghostbusters wallpaper...the characters didn't even look like the ones in the film. The dark carpet is now a summery beige / oatmeal. The walls are a calm magnolia... and suddenly the place is reminding me of the room as I left it in 1989 (white walls, Gary Numan Warriors, Philipps videowriter on a desk, No place like Attica.... cans of Coke, walking round to Nial P's to discuss ideas for Dark Coyote....that was a great year).
My childhood friend Ciaran came over yesterday afternoon. Had a long luxurious chillout here with him. Very enjoyable. He's confirmed that Starship Sofa have done a review of my books on their podcast. Eeek! I'm interested in my own reaction to this news: happy there's been a review but unhurried to go and listen to it. Fear? Moi? Well-well-well.
Ahhh sunshine streaming through all these windows. Temperature outside hovering around 1c, after weeks of a balmy warm winter, parts of fencing hanging from torn anchors and a wooden bench lying flipped over onto its back from the strength of the recent winds. Global Warming is knocking on our doors...
Over & Out
Djr