Tuesday, April 7, 2015

dear diary ...

up just before one ... wide-awake ... peed ... opened neil macgregor's most excellent book about german culture and history ... read three easy chapters ... out of the door at two forty-five and in at work just before three-thirty ... someone else's vehicle had been abandoned in my loading bay with a flat battery ... shifted various trucks then walked around the block with heavy-duty jump leads because a gate was still locked after the holiday ... loaded and got away in just over three times as long as the recommended departure ritual ... first customer was in no hurry to unlock their gate so waited twenty minutes in vain then drove on to the second etc etc and returned to first five hours later ... much much later than that, after the end of an eleven hour shift, took action ... hurried back to putney, legged it down town and enrolled on next term's digital design course at putney art school ... there i'll have a go at making this look professional, not just professional but glossy and slick ...

... see if i don't !

Sunday, February 8, 2015


A couple of mouthfuls of cold perry to wash down half a mouthful of very salty Stilton.

Three letters, lovingly written and lovingly sealed, and ready-to-post to lovely people.

At first light, the loved one asleep on new cotton pillowcases, her hair spread wide like a fairy tale romance.

the improvised slide ... i'm expecting him to audition for the burt lancaster role in the re-make of trapeze