All entries for Monday 27 December 2004
December 27, 2004
The pub is calling to me. Its siren song proving irresistable once again. For you this means little or no time to conjour up laughs for the third day running.
I ponced araound a bit today taking exciting, moody photos of my little hamlet on the hill. Under normal circumsctances I would show them to you, but they are all the way over on the other computer and our USB network has recently given up the ghost and I can no longer do so with swiftness.
I think the cold weather is increasing my desire to hibernate bear style, I managed a heroic amount of sleep last night. I had planned to spend the day hard at work on my various projects but in the end I managed only a few scribblings that resembled work and spent a lot more time rearranging my bedroom.
I'm now considering when is the best time to make my return to Coventry and bathe the place with the sunshine of my love once again, I expect they are gettting tired of the Darkness, I know I am. I played their CD too many Times, which is a newspaper I don't often read. I always have this impression that it is far too respectable for a fellow like me.
Suggestions on a postcard may get lost in the mail.