I hanker for these moments sometimes. Taking a trip back to the desolate wasteland of North Wales this coming weekend as I probably won't get to see everybody before Christmas otherwise. Not likely to get back up there much before the end of February either, but that's OK. Going home once every couple of months is pretty good timing and certainly far better than once every two years as I have been known to do in the past. With some luck the sky won't disintegrate completely and stop us from going... or coming back for that matter.
The weekend seems to have passed me by with regards to writing - most of it has been spent trying to keep the damn cottage warm - it was so cold yesterday, we even went swimming just to get warmer and then spent the rest of the afternoon plugging up holes in the walls that we had never seen before with bits of the weekend Guardian because the smallest mouse in the world has found his way in. Could have been worse... it could have been one of those jurassic rats that lurk in the darkness... or even the Vashta Nerada.
Actually, I think I would prefer that to the rats.
Yesterday, I also finished that 'Major Tom' Bowie book I seem to have had on the bedside cab for far too long. Oddly, it reads like a mirror of Bowie's career - a real piece of work until just after Young Americans and then the author - like his hero - runs out of anything interesting to say for the remainder. Sad.
I know Monday's are notoriously dull for most of us but this lunchtime, I came across a Dalek cookie jar on the counter of a kids shoe shop. I want one. Now.
Finally for today, I do believe there are some very important dates milling about. To make a change and to avoid the grim reality of trying to get home from London, I shall be going to Milan or some similar European destination - maybe even Dublin. Anywhere has to be better than Wembley. Shit. Not going to see them at all has to be better than going to Wembley.
Currently listening to: The Black Angels | Directions To See A Ghost (Listener discretion advised: if you can get your head around The Tea Party drowning in Mars Volta, you shall be well served here).
Currently reading: Company of Liars which is shaping up rather well. This evening though, there's a night time visit planned to the bookstore as part of a Christmas shopping expedition. I don't fancy my chances much of escaping with an empty bag.
