One of these days when my mind's made up/ And I'm sick and tired of hangin' around/ I'll be down that road in a cloud of dust....

Port Eliot 2009. A great weekend spent with the caughtbytheriver.net crew where we saw some great music and heard some great words, not to mention psychic fishing, rescuing giant rabbits and turning the cottage kitchen into Shoom circa 1989 on Sunday night...

The big three killed my baby...

Fucking idiot prick piece of shit hit the Saab at a red light at about 40 mph on the way home from Suffolk. Write off. Rest assured we are fine, whiplash and a bit if tissue damage and shock. I am very upset. It feels almost like taking a faithful dog to the vets to be put down. I am sick to death of this world being full of idiots.

But just save your words as we walk on by/ With the sky full of birds and dusk approaching

Latitude 2009

Somewhere in the hospitals/ The half-way homes and choking jails...

Dailytitlow has very kindly lent us his Halesworth bolt hole for a few day before the Latitude mud bath. Very serene and quiet here. Southwold Pier is amazing. We bizarrely watched 202 Sqn doing some decks from the promenade this afternoon and I wished I was up there with them. Worryingly developing a taste for bitter. The Adnams here is amazing, as it should be, they brew it here...working on my George Smiley missive, actually feels good to be writing, or at least thinking about writing, again....

There's a fire in the fields/ A killer in the mirror..

Jeff, Andrew (caughtbytheriver.net) and I went fishing yesterday at a spooky old Tench pool in West Sussex.