Sunday 21 March 2010
The trouble with working alone is forcing yourself to follow some sort of routine especially if, like me, you are easily distracted or, as some might say, lazy! After three hours writing in the morning that’s it, the brain’s turned to mush. So, off to the pub and a different sort of routine. That’s the good thing about afternoon drinking: you see the same people, get to know their foibles, interests and prejudices, just as they get to know yours. This can sometimes be dangerous but never dull. Pubs are probably the only truly democratic institutions we still possess. Earlier this week I visited a pub where my late uncle used to drink, and hung over the bar there was a picture of him. What greater memorial could there be!
A trip to York on Saturday to meet up with old friends. Visited the Minster briefly to shelter from the rain, but refused to pay the £8 entrance fee. I was reminded of a saying by Nietzsche ” there is no more stupid building than a church”.
Today is Sunday; the sun is shining and birds are hurling themselves at my kitchen window with monotonous regularity. Perhaps they know something I don’t. Next door’s cats love this time of the year, there’s always the chance of an unexpected meal. Just about to start attempting to film a video for this website – don’t hold your breath!