No, I’m not dead.

I was going to write and post some short fiction this evening, but I can’t get it come together, which will at least teach me that ideas had under the influence of Kate Bush lyrics are probably less clever than they first appear. And I seem to have accidentally spent all evening writing e-mails and posting to message boards.

I have been trying to explain the more transcendental aspects of The Invisibles to some of my friends, who are probably about to give up on me either as hopelessly mad or a complete poseur. I think, on balance, I’d rather be the former. So long as I could be the latter in my spare time.

Keeping up my end of the deal.

I’d like you all to do me a favour, and take a walk with me, in your minds eye. It’s a bit tricky, but have a go. Think of London, seen from the air – a straight-down, satellite view. Now, lay the tube map across it. Don’t worry about mapping the lines to their correct geographical points – the stylised map is fine. Hold them both together in your head – reality, and the version of London that exists only in concept, but is travelled by millions every day.

Fade reality out. Step through, into this real and concrete plane of concept. Look around. Somwhere around here, there’s a woman called Augusta. You can call her August, though. She doesn’t stand on ceremony, and it’s been a long time since most people thought of her as Augusta. I’m not going to tell you what she looks like. You have to make up your own mind about that. She’s older than empires, but still fresh and new. She’s been though hardships and seen great glories, and she’s bigger than any of us. She’s London, given flesh and form in your mind.

Now do something for me.

Tell her I said “Thank you.”

Bleurgh

I feel like something shat in me. This is not good, because I appear to be extremely busy for the next while, and therefore do not have time to be unwell. Work tomorrow, then pub, then 24-hour comics thing on Saturday/Sunday, environmental fair on Monday, and all in all, this would be bad.

Been a while since I listened to this…

Rufus Wainwright singing Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”, which I know I’ve talked about here before. But it’s a beautiful song, and can stand to be talked about more. :) Except, of course, that I don’t really have a lot to say, other then, gosh, it’s one of the most moving songs I know, and one of only three to ever make me shed a tear.

Pink Sexiness In A Glass.

Take one punnet of Strawberries, half a pint of milk and two shots of Calvados. Hull the straberries. Blend. Makes just over a pint of strawberry joy.

I post this partly because I wanted to use the title “Pink Sexiness In A Glass” and partly to make Fin jealous. :)

Calm, now.

Cocteau Twins playing, grapefruit and rosemary scent in the air, sipping Calvados, and feeling pretty good. I’ve done the bulk of the coding for 9As 24 hour event that’s coming up, and started looking at learning VB (yeah, I know, why not learn a proper language), and now I’m getting ready for an early night. I should be recovered from this weekend in just enough time for the madness of next weekend…

Weekend over…

Just THE WEST WING and 24 to go. God, I’m tired. Friday night at The Sun was the usual fun and games, followed by Ross’ birthday do at The Porterhouse, where they have an obscene number of different kinds of beer – if it weren’t so pricey, I’d drink there regularly. So, after the pub chucked out, Fin and I went off to see the Matisse and Picasso exhibition at The Tate Modern, which was open all night as a special event, whcih was cool, especially as we happened to be there in time for a talk the woman who had put the thing together. The we wandered back along the Embankment in seach of coffee, which went a bit wrong, and we wound up in the big KFC near Picadilly with with all the post-club crowds, and what with one thing and another I got home slightly after six in the morning, and then getting up again just before 11 really hasn’t helped my state of awakeness. So I mooched about my parents place all day, then met up with Fin to feed ducks for a bit before getting the train back here. Got VB (and a book on it) from Dad to install on the computer tomorrow so I can learn something new…

A thoroughly cracking weekend, but I feel absolutely shattered. I hope I can stay awake through the season finales…