Mumbling Into The Void (slight return)

 This is how easy it is for the blogging/journaling (probably the latter, for if you don't tell the world that you're mumbling into a void, does the void really exist).  Another lovely weekend. Matty down in the Midlands from Saturday lunch to Sunday afternoon, visiting H. Tom came round Sunday afternoon to pick up headphones and speaker that he'd ordered from Amazon to be delivered here as he doesn't trust his current home.  And in between, Liverpool took a much changed team to Plymouth and got what they deserved from the game. Embarrassing really, there was enough on the field to beat the bottom team in the Championship, but we didn't. TV kept talking about the fact that Plymouth were beating the top team in the premier league. They weren't, they were beating the top club in the champions league, that team will never play again. On that showing, much of the starting line up won't be at the club for much longer. Probably an over reaction.  Today? Finish the...

 Playing Green On Red's 'The Snakes Are Back' LP, just bought from Dig Vinyl for £4. First track, a bit too rockist for my tastes - indulging their 'worst excesses of the Stones' side.  Very, very tired. Friday afternoon of a busy week. Headache, bad stomach. Up at 8.15 to take Daisy the vets. Vet's summation? Stethoscope out, "nice ticker." Feeling stomach and hindquarters, "There's a little bit extra cat here." Daisy is herewith on a diet.  TAW to follow. Good show, reflecting on a 4-0 decimation of Spurs in the Carabao Cup semi final. A trip to Wembley in March hopefully awaits.  (Second track following in the footsteps of the first.) Busy three days, but better than having to live in the real world.  Iain Christie had to go and buy a half Liverpool/half Everton scarf yesterday. He's blaming me. Can't imagine why. Well, yes I can.  Confirmed we want August for MIH, waiting on reply. All in play.  This afternoon? Reading a bookl...

 Yesterday exploded a little, which is wonderful.  It looks like we have a theatre for MIH in August, covering Beatles week. Drop Edinburgh, launch in Liverpool, control the experience. A path forward looks open. The email conversation became a three way thing, lasting up until 9pm last night. At a scratch night/mixer in LA Productions' Kirkdale office, sorting out the dates and the theatre. As nights go, pretty excellent. Met Cheryl Mackie who's written the six scenes we saw, all part of a sitcom pilot, they pull together well, you can see the characters and the flow, good dialogue. She's an actress, she understands what works.  Arranged for coffee with Alycia who organised the night, she wants to pick my brains on a one woman show she's written.  Talking with Dave Kirby about the idea that people have helped us out on the way up (it's now kind of accepted that I have a reputation, so I'm coming round to the idea myself), people have seen GDPG and say lovely th...

 I started this up again, this time, partly inspired by J's gift of Brian Eno's 'A Year With Swollen Appendices' at Xmas, for myself, nobody but myself. A way of documenting my year, for me to look back on. With the possibility of letting others know that it exists at the end of the whole thing, if everything comes off. Not looking for reach, for notice, for numbers. Just writing for the sheer hell of it. And documenting the things that happen.  And the last two days, things have started to happen.  We look to have a 'go' on DD for the autumn. The email's a yes, we may have the show on sale before I get a contract, that'll do for me, that's how trust goes. Now I need to write the bloody thing.  Which is what I'm delaying myself from doing at the moment. Writing the bloody thing. Well, writing the one pager for a potential 2026 thing, then starting on DD.  We look to have movement on MIH (though I think it may still have different initials by the ...

2.40am. Went to bed at 12.15. Slept. For nearly an hour. Didn't drink last night. Except for a late night single malt. Which doesn't really count. Then I was awake. Laying there. And my internal monologue? Nothing to do with the play that I now have a 'go' for, that I suddenly realised yesterday afternoon I now have to actually write (this being a whole new experience for me, a play that will go on sale before I've actually started, let alone finished, the script). No, my internal monologue is going: You know that new Wilco cover mount that came with Uncut? I do There's two versions of Spiders (Kidsmoke) on it I'm aware How different can they actually be I don't know Have you listened to it You know I haven't, the disc tray on the knackered Blu Ray I'm using as a cd player is playing silly buggers again How does the song go? You know, the version you already know... And that's what I'm awake for. I'm trying to figure out how Spiders (...

Tired, bad stomach, jaw pretty much locked. Not the best of days. The stomach issue could be chocolate cake, Cadbury's Roses, truffles, sausages, red wine, any combination of the above, or something completely unrelated.  Trying to get into the rhythm of the day. It's 3pm, the day's nearly done.  Chasing a couple of things on a couple of projects, in positive action rather than desperation. Working on dealing with my own impatience. (MIH and DD). Aware of the fact that other people's schedules don't work round me but of the partial belief that they should. Think, of all the albums I bought in January, the ones that are going to stick long term are the excellent Remo Four and Church 'Heyday'. I'll return to these for a long time I think. The Remo Four deserve a larger place in history than they've been afforded to date.  Watched all three episodes of the Boyzone doc last night. Nobody comes out of it particularly well. Ronan was an ambitious kid who w...

 A 5k run this morning, J walked for an hour.  Breakfast, round to Mum's (just in from church, Elizabeth in for a coffee), hoovered the house, had a chat, Kev arrived. Home, lunch, a West Wing - discussed whether the  questions I intend to ask tomorrow need Zoom or email. I'm for email as availability for Zoom is harder. As ever, my inability to express myself properly leads to a conflicted view somewhere between us. Half an hour later I reach a resolution.  Could do with figuring these things out quicker. 

 J was planting a cherry tree in the garden while I was busy watching us beat Bournemouth ('The Cherries') 2-0 at their place. Some result given how they've been playing. Rode our luck a little - they hit the post early on, shot wide when the goal was open and I wasn't entirely sure our penalty was (a penalty that is) but I'll take it. Obviously. Good win.  We know the house was built on the remains of the Forticrete, know that our garden only goes so far down before you hit lumps of concrete. Still didn't expect J to dig up a block of the stuff two feet long, a foot wide, six inches deep. But she did.  Other Saturday stuff - J dropped Matty near Goodison, I picked him up from Old Roan, in the middle Everton beat Leicester 4-0. A good day all round footy wise.  The gym first thing. First thing for me, J had been up for an hour and a half, been out for a walk. Finally tried one of the 'standing up pulling a resistance handle' machine things. Think I may h...