I went to see Tom Jones at Dreamland, Margate. One of the all time greats.
I went down to the chalk for my Dad’s 70th (!!!) birthday. Saw lots of family, ate some lovely food at a local restaurant. It was great!
A late Easter is always lovely. It can be, if you’re lucky a little like late August weather.
Coming home on the train I felt a bit like a ‘travelling gadgetman’. A condition that has crept up on me in the last decade.
According to Saint Kondo, her method for tackling kimono (junk) – is to sort by category/type. I finally addressed all my boxes of cables.
The Lifeboat Service is one of the UK’s only institutions that embodies the notion of the Moral Good. I talk about Margate’s Great Storm of 1897, the culture war, and a statues influence on my life.
Work has restarted on a few bits a pieces but I’m still largely AFK.
The horizon re-sets my expectations. It represents the maximum sphere of influence I have as a participant in the co-creation of the world.
Back on the chalk, the characteristics of sounds around my family home have remained the same as if time has flowed around them.
The week has flown by. Everything is still terrible, but at this point in the year it feels like were accelerating already towards winter.
A simple ceremony at the top of my Grandad’s world in St Peter’s in Thanet, 1932.
I went back to Thanet this week to see my parents and go to the dentist.
We have so many words to accurately describe and confirm the world around us but fall short when we reach for words to accurately describe how we are feeling.
Lord of the Rings is better than Game Of Thrones. The significance of sailing to ‘the west’ and its place in the modern collective unconscious
I’ve been back on the chalk again. Went down late on Wednesday night.
Had a pretty fun week with all the various birthdays and stuff that happened, but I got rained on and now have an unshakable cough and a mystery cold. It’s been really annoying.