[Summary: horror comics are very now, sindee virtue, kempble and faraday, house in hill hole ... dreams that crack me open in the morning are better than no dreams, DIY pacings thinking about glue and screws and how to make plastic stick reliably to hardboard, and all this again and again until something goes pinc ... couldn't find the chemical brothers until two hours in, time on, time in, friends unexpected and awaited and long bitchy conversations ... cat in the pub garden, sometimes it feel like I am everybody's social secretary and that depresses me, can't talk when the music*'s playing it's nothing personal but oh, I miss just going down the pub and chatting, but dancing is good good drinking is good and parties all that and that ... virtuous, social, wonderful when friends hit that golden seam of success (bras, champagne, tiny black hats), and then there's always more to do for the house, new lights glasses vases and Howl's Moving Castle and the Jericho Tavern and damn it who would decide to flavour a sausage with mint and passion fruit? Not I, not I.]
*Suitable Case for Treatment, Thumb Quintet, Keyboard Choir, good night well done.
