Can you see the hedgehog?

Perhaps I haven't done this right.

Bloody technology.

The hedgehog was walking along the old railway line near my house on the day that Akira the Don played in Telfords. That was on the 3rd November, which says a lot about how slow I have become in the near winter.

My metabolism is slowing down for hibernation.

So, Glow were good on Friday night. They played a lot of new stuff with slightly less assurance than they normally perform. The sound wasn't quite right, either; but that's not to detract from a very fine and very original band playing some of the most thoughtful and wonderfully constructed music it has ever been my pleasure to hear.

My camera's battery ran out after I had taken a mere two photographs, neither of which I feel it would be fair to put up on the website.

Ben Glow has a girlfriend, after all.

I wouldn't want to make her feel ashamed ;0)

That serves them right for taking the piss out of my post-band DJ set, which went down well.

A very beautiful woman called Jude came over at the end of the night and told me that it had been her birthday and that the music had made her night,

"We like coming here because of the variety of music, it's ace!"

It's a pleasure, Jude.

I smiled at people and even - I think, but it might be booze fuzz confusing me - played a request.

I know!

Never again, though...

Jo and I went to see the new Bond film on Saturday night.

We had a very good time. It's so rare for us to get a night out together. Other than the smelly bastard sat next to me who fell asleep during this most visceral of Bond films.

How did he manage that? Smack? A dodgy Slush Puppy?

We went for a walk down an old railway line in the leaves and the bright cold this morning. Hoole hides little surprises around every corner. I'm beginning to love it here.

I spent this afternoon trying to organise my way out of this winter blues torpor that has descended on me. I feel mildly depressed. I can't muster up much excitement for anything. I think that long hours working and the house move have taken a toll.

I could quite happily sleep for a month.

Bears are lucky fuckers.

I devised a timetable to organise my week, and everything. It has different coloured areas on it denoting when I should be 'Writing', 'Exercising', 'Prepping for Mousemat' and 'Listening to Music' [as if it were a chore, or something...] If I stick with it, it will help. I keep forgetting important shit I should be doing. Like updating this website on a more regular basis. Not that I think - for the minutest of seconds - that anyone is hanging on my words here.

I do it for me, first and foremost, because I have a rubbish memory.

A couple of months down the line, and this 'blog' will be the only way I have of recalling most of these 'events'.

I have decided - in a Bridget Jones style - to do a [near as damn it] daily questionnaire thing if the thought of typing a proper blog is beyond me.

Here goes.

Try and contain yourselves.

Maybe you should go for a wee first.

Breakfast: Shredded Wheat, too much sugar, a handful of Minstrels when Jo wasn't looking.

Lunch: Soup with beans in. Bread rolls.

Tea: Wholemeal pasta with tuna, brocolli and some sauce 'devised' by Lloyd Grossman.

Snacks: Minstrels. A Kit Kat. An Apple [I think].

Cups of Tea: 4 - and a cup of filter coffee that tasted of hazelnuts, the thought of which is making me want to chuck my ring. Horrible stuff.

Booze: De nada.

Fags: Nowt. Still time. Soundhog's coming to Wrexham.

Exercise: A couple of miles waddling down a disused railway.

Weight: zzzz... time passes...

Reading: the Subtle Knife - Philip Pullman

General Mood: - mildly depressed.

What made you laugh? - Ava feigning illness.

What made you cry? - Nothing. Yet.

Listening to: the Beatles - Love, Pagan Wanderer Lu

Have you lied today? No.
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