Do Not Disturb
I’m absolutely exhausted, absolutely excited about James Bond coming out in a week and absolutely uninspired when it comes to writing anything here. I shall regale you with some non-fiction and quickly repair to the weekend, where I shall have a notepad, a book and an extra hour in which to sleep off any residual overwork I may have picked up this week. It’s got to the stage where I’m having to shirk social engagements I would otherwise greatly enjoy, but I feel myself slipping inexorably into a vat of unmirth and offense, ready to get upset at anything. That and I bawled my eyes out at the end of The Bucket List this evening. It’s a Rob Reiner film.
But anyway - tomorrow I hope to meet some of the girls from the programme to visit one of London’s many and famous markets, what a jaunt. Sunday I will try and get to church on time - it hasn’t happened at all in the last two months, but how can I go wrong with an extra hour? Apart from I arrived at 1pm last week - it starts at 11am. So many exciting things that I can’t tell you about as it would give up my secret alternative identity as a parliamentary drone.
Simon and Garfunkel just came on the old playlist - computers have transformed the way we listen to music, it’s all ADHD, one song at a time. When I were young you had to listen to a cassette until it got to the other side, unless you wanted to wait hours for fast forwarding and fast backwarding. But Simon and Garf - what treasures, eh?
Fools said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
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