Just Say Noam!

I had the car last night - I'm laying off the cycling a little until the Dunwich Dynamo next week. I came off the motorway coming out of the Blackwall Tunnel last night, and tootled round the Greenwich peninsula for a little bit. There's not much to see, lots of building sites, an eco friendly Sainsbury's, and the Dome looming over it all. It's all set out in wide tree lined avenues, like its some sun-soaked coastal community on the Med.

Then I got bored and headed home, via Chislehurst High Street. Half price duck in the chiller, and I couldn't resist. The girl on the check out engaged me in conversation - "what's duck taste like?", "Do you feel funny eating duck when you can see them swimming around?", "Is it for a special occasion?".

I spent the evening putting tracks on my MP3 player - an album by The Coral, Polyphonic Spree's first one, an early Pulp cd, and the Scissor Sisters.

Just gearing up to putting some Beatles on there. I was spurred on by certain fuckwitted and immature anti-beatles posturing on Urban 75 yesterday to listen to the White Album again. It sounded better than I expected, with a few stand-out tracks - Dear Prudence, Wild Honey Pie, Me and My Monkey.

I've got the cats living with me now - and on Wednesdays when my daughter is visiting her Grandmother just a few doors along from my house, I take the female cat along so they can have quality time together. Then, at about 10.00, the cat is brought home again. She's usually a bit overexcited by this time, and runs around the house making meeping noises.

When I water the plants on the balcony, the male cat mews pathetically at me:

When I try to work on my laptop - he does this:

So I take the piss out of him sometimes - here I am honouring him by photographing him with the certificate he won at a cat show once:



There was John Cale special on 6Music this morning. I've got a little bit by him, but I realise I need to get more.

I'm no longer the only cyclist in the depot. I saw some other bugger had his bike locked up in the yard the other day.

I finally gave in to the nagging and saw a doctor the other day. I'm completely healthy apparently. So if I feel shit all the time, it's my own bloody fault.