From now on I’m going to use this blog as a notebook for rough drafts and other jottings; or to be precise: to use it even more in this way. I keep losing written stuff, tripping over stuff. sleeping on stuff. Enough. Until I have a PA, an ordinary secretary, a butler and a servant and a cook, I'll try - and undoubtedly fail - to get my chaotic act together through wishful thinking and greater use of supranational clouds, virtuality and other kinds of paperless electronic facilities. It may get even more difficult for you to follow my drift* it the meantime, but you know what.
(Yes, I don’t care.)
Tossing and turning
Reconnected
Solistice
Mother Nature** speaks to me
I don’t forgive your trespassers
Cardiff shuts up (at last)
Marconi
Lavernock Point
What an achievement! (Alex Lester/BBC Radio 2)
Dark tunnel, dizzying cliff, Môr Hafren
& Psycho killer
*kidding. There's no drifting; there is direction. (Well, most of the time).
**easy - I'm just fucking with you...
