under 27 February 2010
I felt like i’d run out of steam today = no really new ideas. BUT i did get the requisite amount of words on paper. So, I started to cut myself that bit of slack that might allow a glass of wine (after a fortnight on the dry) and the reason I thought I could is that I was flying to London this night (my beloved Villa play Man United at Wembley tomorrow in the Carling Cup and I am going to the game and totally overexcited – many thanks to Aisling O’Neill, the gaffer’s daughter, who is a goddess and the Best Woman In The World right now). All good so far. So, picture me sat in 2C, sipping a rather ordinary New World Sauv Blanc, when I spy that the elderly gent in 1D is on his Mac Air (no less) adding to Chapter…wait for it…84 (!) of his book – and it seemed to be a novel from what i could make out with characters called Angus and Domenica!!! FUCK ME – chapter 84??? tell me I misread that…cos otherwise I may have to end it all…
