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¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦

01:05 GMT, Wednesday 23rd April. So here I am again. Back in the saddle at silly-o'clock. My brain snapped awake awhile ago and I lay in the darkness and silence of the bedroom thinking: christ, what time is it? My brain is churning ideas so I sat up, swung my legs over the side of the bed, pushed myself up onto my barefeet and padded out of the bedroom, downstairs, through the dinning room into the kitchen...brewed a mug of tea whilst balancing on tip-toes because the tiled floor is so fekking cold, then climbed all the way up here. LIfe support is on. Lava lamp is on. I'm set. I think I'm in for the long haul this morning. So I'll be doing the DaVinci thing every 30 minutes to keep fresh. 

Currently 56,000 words into Edge. I've hit that scary zone where you're so far into the book that you know you can't give up, and yet you've got sooooo fekking far left to go you just feel crushed by the idea of it. So I'm doing like my ex-army mate told me to do on my last tab in the Scottish highlands... "just keep your eyes on your feet and keep walking... trick your mind by counting to a 100...just another 100 and you'll stop for rest you tell yourself, but you reset to zero every time you get close to the final figure." 

I saw George Clooney's "Leatherheads" last night. A very sweet film. Didn't take itself too seriously. Well made. Very well acted. Worth the price of the ticket.

I saw "In Bruges" on Sunday night. An even better film. Almost 10/10 I'd say.

Then at lunchtime today, a random facebook moment with a cool new personality I've encountered, brought back an ancient memory... the KLF and their film "White Room". This is in the days before public internet.  Back then I'd desperately wanted to see the thing...but for various reasons never managed to get hold of a copy. So I took a look on You Tube. And Hey Presto. As of last year some utter dude had posted-up the darn thing. I spent my lunchbreak nailed to my seat, headphones on, jaw-droppingly spellbound by a journey back into the late '80s and the emerging dance scene, and renegade cyberpunk attitude of Drummond and Cauty.  It was fantastic.  I spent the rest of the afternoon with a surreal temporal overlap with the 19-20 year old me.

Right...01:25...time to post this up and then crack on with Edge. Bloody thing. ;o)

Djr