10. 10th January. The fall of the empire

 A quick detour to here. Nearly forgot, despite the tab being permanently open. I'm working on the DD 8 page pitch, editing it down, trying a few new flavours. Still in act one, with next Friday being my deadline for getting it in. I'm sure there are people who can knock these things out in a day but I overwrite, and overwrite, and overwrite. Just like that. 

I started at 11am, write for an hour, picked up our Tom at noon-ish. Minus two degrees at that point, up from minus five. Treacherous floors. And me, J and Tom went for lunch. Tom fancied the Packet Steamer, me and J Ego at Punchbowl. We went to Ego. Couldn't fit anyone in until 2.30. So we went to the Packet Steamer (or Steam Packet. Years of it being there, never sure what it's called.)

Really nice lunch, couple of drinks, a great conversation about exactly how destroyed the world is with the return of Trump and the rise of the ridiculous man child who's managed to buy America for $44bn. In the middle of it we diverted to talk of gigs, spoke of Sturgill Simpson, realise I hadn't got the tickets I intended to get, ordered them there and then. Mobile phones do have a use.

Seriously thinking of getting off Facebook. Zuckerberg's cowing to the right and his allowance of the 'right' for people to describe the LGBTQ+ world to be described as mentally ill feels like a straw. Place that on top of the fact the site is now 90% adverts and posts from people you have no interest in and what's the point of it being there? We retain it for contact with people but the contact is becoming less and less. Perhaps it's time, perhaps it's as gone as twitter. 

Good group yesterday. Told by K that I must be doing something right with the class as they'd been dead all day and suddenly everyone had come in for my group. That's a hell of a feeling. It's just a lovely way to spend an afternoon, a room of good people writing interesting things. Why would you not do it?

Last night, Dyche sacked, looks like Moyes on the way back. Which takes away some of DD's opening gags. And adds some new ones. 

Back to a dining room in Bootle then, all being well, come October ther'll be a moment on the stage where Dave and Debbie head to the kitchen for something. If you're reading it, that's the piece I just plotted. 

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