Happy New Year

... or, as Gauguin said to van Gogh, "Happy New Ear".

Not the best joke in the world, more something of a groaner, but one I had in my mind for days now.

Anyway! 2009 is hear here. 2008 was a year of change, I wonder what 2009 will be. The strange thing is, at the moment I really have to remind myself that I'll be flying back to London in a couple of days. I am so settled in here again, old habits and ways reasserting themselves, London feels like a dream right now. But then I look at my flat keys, and my oyster card, and my office's keycard, and I believe it again.

Mum bought me a new coat today, she said she can't see my dufflecoat any more. Now I have a red woolen coat. I like red.

I will probably go through my wardrobe and other storage spaces today, to try and put together the things I will want to take with me this time. Probably a handful of books, a sweater or two, small stuff. If I need to move again this year, I don't want to have to take more with me than I have to.

2009. Bring it on.

My Pal Foot Foot

I finally found out what the name of the 1969 band was that we listened to that one fateful afternoon not too long ago: It was The Shaggs. And I think that you all should give this band a listen as well, so you will know what we endured. This is but one song - listen, and imagine hearing more of the same for about 40 minutes.

typetypetype

At this specific moment in time, I would love to do nothing more than write.
There's one finished short story I wrote today, half of one finished, and ideas are buzzing around me like flies.
I hope this keeps up for some time to come.