Alasdair Watson

Lunch:

Sandwich: Pret A Manger christmas sandwich.

Drink: Starbucks grande mocha with whipped cream

Luxury: Marks and Spencer fugdy chocolate brownie.

Gosh, that was nice. One the one hand, I’m a good little leftie, and am opposed to Evil Chains and the way they put independant stores out of business. On the other, it’s great to be able to know (wherever I am) that Starbucks mocha’s are better than the other chains, but Pret’s food leaves them standing, and that nothing beats an M&S; brownie. And the sad fact is that there’s an independant sandwich/coffee place much nearer work than those three, but the don’t do a sandwich or brownie as nice as the ones I bought, and their coffee just plain stinks.

Anna’s been finding on-line tests again. It’ll make up for a lack of saying anything on here for a while (or at least, it’ll be some content, which probably isn’t the same thing…) so:

I am More interesting than my blog. Thank god for that.

I am How British Are You? Not a surprise.

I am A fish with a bicycle. Which is fab.

So I’m preparing my holiday compilation minidisc. I like doing these, because I don’t do it by music, exactly, but my feel. Hence, I have followed The Fall with Alan Moore and then The Cocteau Twins, for a really bizarre series of walking music that will get me where I’m going much faster. Hurrah. I’m also pleased because this is the first time I’ve been able to get Moore to work on a compilation album

In an hour and a half, I shall be on holiday. Aah, liberation.

My Discordian Name is going to be Pope Tatterdemalion Susurrus. Yes.

I’ve been listening to Angel Passage pretty much constantly for the last few days. It’s a brilliant piece of work, a psychogeography of the life of William Blake, a songline of love and creation, joy and despair. Alan still hasn’t topped “The Moon and Serpent Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels”/”Birth Caul” combo for me (although I suspect that an audio recording of Snakes and Ladders might come very close), but while it may not flip switches in my brain, it’s still lovely, especially that last track…