36. 7th February 2025.

 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 booklet on buddhism, working out the one pager for the Beryl Marsden idea. Propose to Jess and Kevin for 2025.

Trump has issued sanctions against the ICC for chasing his people and (possibly more pertinently) Netanyahu. There was a coup in November in the US, we watched it happen, now the POTUS is under the impression he's a god dictator. 

(3rd track, much more country - Stonesy country but still country. 4th is starting well, with a riff that sounds like it comes from Folsom Prison Blues)

The guardians reporting that BBC and ITV are both slashing their big budget drama budgets. Maybe TV is becoming even more of a closed shop. Theatre isn't overflowing with opportunity as far as I can see, but it's more fun, more immediate. Example? I can pitch a project in October, have it on stage the next September. 

Probably need to write it now. Have I already said that? 


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