¦ dialling in from Sky Bunker ¦
09:24 GMT, Sunday 2nd August 2009. Listening to "My brain is like a sieve" by Thomas Dolby. Not far from the truth right now. My head's full of mucus. I feel like I've bruised my lungs with all the coughing. My nostrils are raw from blowing my nose and there's a permanent crust of semi-dry snot on the inside ridges. Attractive, not.
I've been suffering from this thing since Wednesday. Not entering that slightly pleasant trippy stage.
Oj and her sister left with Us Dave a couple hours ago, taking him to the airport for his return to New York. His departure draws a line under 10 days of the Fellowship gathering here in Bristol. It's been fantastic.
We took Us Dave to our "local" pub, an isolated country pile of stones with diamond-leaded windows, about 4 miles away. I took the Rocket and had a chance to properly floor-it for the first time since getting it on Monday night. Wow. The acceleration just kept climbing. My balls shrank inside their warm inner region and adrenaline flooded my system. By time I parked up at the pub I had a grin that went round my face a couple times. So, thanks to everybody who has ever purchased one of my books or bought into Yellow Dawn. You've helped me pluck one of my daydreams from fantasy to reality. Here it is, my Rocket, or Pug as some people now call it:
Now that July has been and gone, I've been able to select a winner for my "July Give Away". The winner was a chap from the US called Chris, one of the fans from my facebook page has won himself a novel of choice, or a Yellow Dawn rulebook.
Right... it's glorious sunshine outside; the first time in over a week. I suppose I should crawl back into bed and try to sleep this thing off, but I'm going to head over to Coffee #1 on Gloucester Road instead.
Laters
Djr