Smothered by overhead 747s

Now I have nothing personal against Victoria Beckham. I just saw this photo and thought it was fun. If you can suggest a better name I can put in instead of the delightful Victoria’s, please let me know by means of the MessageBox. Best one goes up!

Its been a sleepy kind of Saturday. That “wake up late, slide into a bath and do sweet F.A. all day” kind of day. I’ve been struggling along with the Happytown. A much better lyrics page will be added when the album is released – not too long now, we’re in the final stages of manufacture in Hong Kong.

Just made some fresh green pesto. I am one of the world’s messiest cooks. I actually love making a mess – must be a throwback to childhood. D. hates it when I’m in the kitchen (suits me just fine). So by the time I’d produced one little tub of the stuff, almost every utensil in the whole place had been coated with green and flung in some corner! Great! Fatz gave me a doggy bag of her lovely pasta bake with halloumi cheese, so I might take the easy option for dinner. I promised D. I’d try and eat sensibly, but I’m not doing a great job of that.

17:52 We’re on the flight path tonight. Some days we are, others no. Just depends on the wind. Tonight the waves on the rocks are not alone, smothered by overhead 747s. I’m sitting down with a glass of decent red wine to contemplate the coming of evening.

23:56 And the day dissolves into itself, NEVER to come back. Some days that terrifies me, other days exhilarates. The 19th July 2003 will NEVER happen again. Unless you are in America, just waking up… oh, I don’t know. The whole time-space continuum is a question that periodically rears its head and reminds me that I know bugger all about this magic universe, that all bets are off and we are walking home at dawn with our bow ties slung over our shoulders… the house wins again, but the dancing was fun.

The links below are dedicated to that American genius (laughs his ass off in the background as he types this), Defence (I refuse to spell it Defense) Secretary, Donald Rumsfeld. If you really need more fear concerning the collective IQ of the American government, click on the links. Its terrifying, really… like listening to the Muppet Show Special from the Pentagon.